I wanted a partner in crime
But you wouldn't sin along with me
Dearie, half the time
You barely got along with me
I feel like my old boney self again
No TBA, no way
No friends
It's just the end
The end, the end
Felt more passion bout our break
Than when we were still us
Not my fashion, my mistake
You made me such a lush
Don't you worry, give me a day
I'll feel oh so better
Already blurry -- what's your name?
Were we once together?
I wanted a partner in crime
But you wouldn't sin along with me
Dearie, half the time
You barely got along with me
I feel like my old boney self again
No TBA, no way
No friends
It's just the end
The end, the end
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
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