I'll be yours rightfully, honestly always You'll be my soft skinned, sweet thing always I'll be your hot blooded, hard-headed liar I'll be yours rightfully, honestly, always
I walked you home As the heat of the summer came down The city was a paradise of violence Ice cream trucks turned silent And the rain burned to steam on the stones
I'll be yours rightfully, honestly always You'll be my soft skinned, sweet thing always I'll be your hot blooded, hard-headed liar I'll be yours rightfully, honestly, always
Twisted Sheets, your hands became the tools that I needed, I needed There wasn't no chalet suite in London, no self-cleaning oven Just a warm room where we could get stoned
I'll be yours rightfully, honestly always You'll be my soft skinned, sweet thing always I'll be your hot blooded, hard-headed liar I'll be yours rightfully, honestly, always
For all the things that I have done wrong The things I sacrificed to get along I am sorry, sorry, sorry child, oh no (x3)
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