Oh my, get your heartache outta my sight
Said your mother to you as a a child
It never felt right
But me like a little one gotta admit
I confused that whip with a shovel
And I’ll dig, dig, dig
Oh my, get your plain face outta my mind
Said that stranger to you as a child
It never felt right
An elegant knife
But me like a little one gotta admit
I confused that whip with a shovel
And I’ll dig, dig, dig
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