I was waiting in the back-seat of the car, When I knew i'd given up Down one of the back-streets by the park, So sick of the taste of blood
I'm gonna write your girl a letter, It'll make everything better
Screaming down the phone-line to your mum, She said honey ain't home right now I bought a tuxedo and I bought a gun, And wore them all around this town
Nobody dares to lift a finger, They can see my heart is down and injured
If i'm guilty of anything, Its loving you too much Honey, sometimes love...Means getting a little rough
This is not bad love, this is not bad love.
I've been going to church but I don't believe, I'll ever clear this pain Walk like a ghost through the streets, Soaked from the pouring rain
And I won't ask your god for mercy... My spirits low, my soul is dirty
If i'm guilty of anything, Its loving you too much Honey, sometimes love...Means getting a little rough
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