Baby girl
Unhand my heart cause it’s been too long
And the ink in my veins scribbles the same old songs
Those of regret and loss and always pain
And you ain’t helpin’
And you know
I’m gonna be a scribble in your book
An awful risk you shoulda never took
Girls like you are always cut too deep
And you don’t want me
Cause you want men
With muscle-y arms
Not some kid who plays guitar
And girl, the lovers line up at your door
They call you Golden,
They call me the chore
Too many times,
Too many times that I’ve messed up
You deserve the stars but girl I’m just a book
For you to read and like all the rest, burn up
But did you read enough?
Cause you want men
With muscle-y arms
Not some kid who plays guitar
And girl, the lovers line up at your door
They call you Golden,
They call me the chore
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