Though you've gone awayI play your favorite songFeel the blue
I know I got a bad reputationand it isn't just
A barefoot whoreWalking by a famous clockAgainst her doorWaiting for
Did you take your mother's nameSo you could sleep easilyShe
Dolores was her middle nameShe read the book and everythingNow
In the middle of Evie's gardenWas a rock she could
In the middle of her confessionHe comes over and holds
A red suitcase she'll never missA leather coat he used
You can really fallWake up in a ruined houseWrapped up
(Freedy Johnston)I know you're only having funYou want me to
(Freedy Johnston)On the way out I'm thinkin'You get what you
You ought to see your faceYou ought to hear your
Lovers cryOne last kiss by the edge, they'reHand in handTwo
(Freedy Johnston)A pilot's son won't flySo it's a two-day driveKissed
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