Get off my heart Cuz you've been standing on it all day Can my lips part With the words that I want to say
And as I run into the walls cuz I don't have the balls to run over him You just sit in the dark there alone where he parks there, resisting sin
And when the angels start to sing And when my ears beginning to ring I think I'm crazy cuz I sing For the rich girl
Where do I start Please pull the splinters from my knees I tried so hard To get you to be seen with me And does the leopard print book full of phone numbers look like a cover up Cuz I got too much pride to let this one slide And to try and go and fuck this up
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