I recommended that she leave this junkie before the discord Now she’s boarding the same ship I’m about to board The water and it’s waves may be rough But being that lady’s lover is way too tough
The woman doesn’t understand I’m setting her free She should scramble through the brambles to flee from me Arid is the desert that used to be my heart But she came along so my ship could set an open chart
I can’t scream loud enough when taking it to the sea People stare but no longer care because they just say “I’m glad that ain’t me’” And when the lady heats up she almost bursts into flames She’s an oven and singed many men, or so the lady claims
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