Do my eyes deceive me?
Or is it truly spring time in Paris for that piece of shit
I don't care what's true, I don't care what you do
to a stone that you hold in your arms
At the end of the day in heartswarm
I was sick of the rodeo
I was sick of the farm
I was stuck in inside of dreams, coming off something pretty strong
And you could've been fair
You could've been ruthless like the other girls in love with the war
Down at the summer fair in heartswarm
Dearest darling, no one's in it for the long haul
Look here, Kelly, no one's in it at all
I was coming off something particularly strong
You had your gloves on
They looked fucking brutal as a storm