You were on the floor when I got home
Scraped you up, cleaned you off, got you out the door
I drove you to the basement on your knees
You were sneaking out with little lies
IIn the morning by the market, for a good time
You tried to hide it by the lemon trees
I took you home and took away your keys
What a charming
What a charming
Charming little disease
The doctor says you’ll make it if you try
You look up at all of us with your yellow eye
I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry
What a charming
What a charming
Charming little disease
Coffee burned, the plastic chair
The shuffled feet, the shuffled stare
90 days, no guarantees
You sank into a wine dark sea
You tried so hard, so hard to please
What a charming
What a charming
Charming little disease
You were on the floor when I got home
Held my breath and stepped real soft
Then I locked the door
I’ll bring the bottle
What a charming
What a charming
Charming little disease
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