SHREW
I take her with me
on the street, in the park
- in my dreams
She stole my heart
She broke it, wounded it
before she gave it back
It makes me sick to think of her
like this, to dream
- to wish I could feel her lips
on mine once more
(I don’t know what I would do)
I take her with me
on the street, in the park
- in my dreams
She stole my heart
She broke it, wounded it
before she gave it back
It makes me sick to think of her
like this, to dream
- to wish I could feel her lips
on mine once more
(I don’t know what I would do)
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