Categories: R-V

by GFLee

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Categories: R-V

by GFLee

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How I’d like to take her outside
Under bad light, blind drunk, doe eyed
But I’m no good for her
No, I’m no good for her

Fingers sliding up and down her legs
Tidal waves, hurricanes, avalanches in my head
But I’m no good for her
No, I’m no good for her
I’m no good for her
With a twisted brain

The way my bed springs creak at night
Half eaten pieces of food
The way she wore her hair that night
These little things I’d almost forgotten

Well, these little things they bother me
Send the blood crashing, raw in my ears
These little things they bother me
I cannot sleep; I just turn, turn, turn

What kind of love is this? She says
What kind of love is this? She says
What kind of love is this? She says
What kind of love is this?

But I’m no good for her
No, I’m no good for her
I don’t love her
I just love the pain

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