I’am the
Whiney,
Amy Winehouse
Wannabee.
That’s going to blow myself,
away
before the Whispers of wicked winds can.
I can’t smile anymore.
If you have to always
stab
me in the back.
My heart lives on the other side
of my body.
If ya wanted to....
I could get you;
a steak knife
and you could
tear into my heart
like it’s
a medium rare steak.
If it would make you happy.
I’ll even bring the A-1.
Cause I care that much.
Apr 24, 2012
Apr 24, 2012 at 8:15 PM UTC
I’am the
Whiney,
Amy Winehouse
Wannabee.
That’s going to blow myself,
away
before the Whispers of wicked winds can.
I can’t smile anymore.
If you have to always
stab
me in the back.
My heart lives on the other side
of my body.
If ya wanted to....
I could get you;
a steak knife
and you could
tear into my heart
like it’s
a medium rare steak.
If it would make you happy.
I’ll even bring the A-1.
Cause I care that much.
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