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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeStolen Goods
Baby girl, you're the loneliest love in the worldYou're a temptress that grew up too spoiled and in the morning seems plainA glorious wreckA summer day's post-shower sweatYou're stolen goods still with a seal - too good to be real[Pre-chorus]And I know I said that I won'tYou never got the letters I wroteYou keep looking at me, staining my sheetsPack up your things and[Chorus]Get out, get out, get outI can't stand your taste in my mouth[Próxima Parte][Verse 2]Baby girl, you listen but don't understandYour cries become mouldy with easeToo eager to pleaseMy friends ain't got a thing left to loseWe ain't got that much left to winSo bring 'em right in, I said bring 'em right in[Pre-chorus][Próxima Parte]Get Out, Get outI can't stand your taste in my mouth[Bridge]They say son don't give up yetBecause down here they kill for fun
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