Stolen Goods
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Baby girl, you're the loneliest love in the world
You're a temptress that grew up too spoiled and in the morning seems plain
A glorious wreck
A summer day's post-shower sweat
You're stolen goods still with a seal - too good to be real
And I know I said that I won't
You never got the letters I wrote
You keep looking at me, staining my sheets
Pack up your things and get out
I can't stand your taste in my mouth
Baby girl, you listen but don't understand
Your cries become mouldy with ease
Too eager to please
My friends ain't got a thing left to lose
We ain't got that much left to win
So bring 'em right in
And I know I said that I won't
You never got the letters I wrote
You keep looking at me, staining my sheets
Pack up your things and get out
I can't stand your taste in my mouth
They say son don't give up yet because down here they kill for fun
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