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Margaret
- wykonawca: 7 Mary 3
- album: American Standard
my my stomach hurts again tonight she says:
and crashes on her floor
cuts what she can't untie
ties it to a door
if mercy was a cattle call
she didn't hear
she didn't want to play the role
of the fool again
won't be fooled again
indifference as my witness
I think she'd take me back
she tears down my front door
just to see my photograph
my my head is getting so confused she says
what's she trying to do to me?
put my sticker on her car
bought a CD
if mercy was a cattle call
she didn't hear
she didn't want to play the role of the fool again
won't be fooled again
indifference as my witness
I think she'd take me back
she tears down my front door
just to hear my phonograph
it spins...
i ain't too proud to beg sweet darlin
don't you leave my baby don't you go
i ain't too proud to beg sweet darlin
don't you leave me
my my skin can't take much more of this, she says
you're scaling over me.
every time I wash it off, I find you underneath
and if mercy was a cattle call
she didn't hear...
she didn't want to play the role of the fool again
won't be fooled again...
- album: American Standard
my my stomach hurts again tonight she says:
and crashes on her floor
cuts what she can't untie
ties it to a door
if mercy was a cattle call
she didn't hear
she didn't want to play the role
of the fool again
won't be fooled again
indifference as my witness
I think she'd take me back
she tears down my front door
just to see my photograph
my my head is getting so confused she says
what's she trying to do to me?
put my sticker on her car
bought a CD
if mercy was a cattle call
she didn't hear
she didn't want to play the role of the fool again
won't be fooled again
indifference as my witness
I think she'd take me back
she tears down my front door
just to hear my phonograph
it spins...
i ain't too proud to beg sweet darlin
don't you leave my baby don't you go
i ain't too proud to beg sweet darlin
don't you leave me
my my skin can't take much more of this, she says
you're scaling over me.
every time I wash it off, I find you underneath
and if mercy was a cattle call
she didn't hear...
she didn't want to play the role of the fool again
won't be fooled again...