I seen your face before When I was waxin' the kitchen floor Your features carved in the faux marble linoleum Cicadas dronin' in the midsummer's lonely hum, ba-ba-ba-ba
On this day, twenty years before I heard the slammin' of the back screen door I thought I was accustomed to big surprises Until I met your faithless ghost
She takes a silver comb from her hair Falls over her shoulders bare Floatin' from room to room And I was to be her groom Oh, it ain't fair Oh, my sweet entity Why don't you come to visit me? Instead, you taunt me Listen, I want you to haunt mе (Ba-ba-ba-ba)
In this, our shared history Who gets to use thе apostrophe? Back door, kitchen floor, vapor rises Yeah, she's a faithless ghost Lord, she's my faithless ghost
She takes a silver comb from her hair Falls over her shoulders bare She's floatin' from room to room And I was to be her groom Oh, it ain't fair
Your worldly possessions don't mean a thing to me Only thing left within is sanctity
Back door, kitchen floor, vapor rises I thought I was accustomed to big surprises Back door, kitchen floor, vapor rises Yeah, she's a faithless ghost Mm, she's my faithless ghost Yeah, she is my faithless...
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