She's seeing red, I'm singing the blues
She's crashed out in bed, I'm lacing up them shoes
She's already wed, I'm still singing them blues
She's better when she's mad. I'm better off alone
She wonders why I'm sad, I wonder if she'll atone
She thinks *** is all to be had, I'm still better off alone
…
but what the hell, gloominess postponed
Aug 26, 2024
Aug 26, 2024 at 8:56 PM UTC
She's seeing red, I'm singing the blues
She's crashed out in bed, I'm lacing up them shoes
She's already wed, I'm still singing them blues
She's better when she's mad. I'm better off alone
She wonders why I'm sad, I wonder if she'll atone
She thinks *** is all to be had, I'm still better off alone
…
but what the hell, gloominess postponed
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