Baby girl, youre the loneliest love in the world Youre a temptress that grew up too spoiled and in the morning seems plain A glorious wreck A summer days postshower sweat Youre stolen goods still with a seal too good to be real And I know I said that I wont You never got the letters I wrote You keep looking at me, staining my sheets Pack up your things and get out I cant stand your taste in my mouth Baby girl, you listen but dont understand Your cries become mouldy with ease Too eager to please My friends aint got a thing left to lose We aint got that much left to win So bring em right in And I know I said that I wont You never got the letters I wrote You keep looking at me, staining my sheets Pack up your things and get out I cant stand your taste in my mouth They say son dont give up yet because down here they kill for fun
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