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I could have fixed it so you'll never get old
Could have turned all your trinkets into 24 carat gold
Now you're burning all your bridges just to watch the flames
I'm so tired of hearing you calling me names
You tried to fool me but I knew you too well
Wore your lust like an eggstain on my lapel
Cardboard and blue cellophane is just not enough
for being left alone and treated so rough
No that's not enough
for being treated so rough
no that's not enough
for being treated so rough
Now when I touch you, you're so cold to hold
I could have fixed it so you'll never get old
Pink roses and a pussycat, is that all I get?
Don't even come close to squaring your debt
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