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 that jewel 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
You know the ones
Down at the summer fair in heartswarm
Dearest darling, no one's in it for the long haul
If you're kidding, 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

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