She said
"Don't...Don't let it it go to your head. Boys like you are a dime a dozen, boys like you are a dime a dozen."
She said
"You're a touch overrated. You're a lush and I hate it.
But these grass stains on my knees, they won't me a thing."
And all I need to know is that I'm something you'll be missing.
Maybe I should hate you for this.
Guess I really never did ever quite get that part.
Maybe I should hate you for this.
Guess I never did ever quite get that.
I'd never lie to you.
Unless I had to,
I'll do what I got to.
Unless I had to,
I'll do what I got to.
The truth is you could slit my throat and with my one last gasping breath I'd apologize for bleeding on your shirt.
Because I'm a wishful thinker with the worst intentions
And this might be the last chance you get to drop my name.
I'm a wishful thinker with the worst intentions
And this might be the last chance you get to drop my name.
And if I'm just bad news, then you're a liar.
Maybe I should hate you for this.
If only you knew half as much as you pretend to.
Maybe I should hate you for this.
If only you knew half as much as you pretend to...
1 comment:
Fix the typos. But interesting.
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