Guilty Lyrics by Matt Maltese
I pull back the sheets, I brush my yellow teeth
And I pick up the items of incriminating clothing
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I pull back the sheets, I brush my yellow teeth
And I pick up the items of incriminating clothing
We make an end
It seems short-sighted
Dead girl, got her face up to the sky now
Sunk on the street, curb, it’s a bad town
You said you use chocolate
When you and him take off all your clothes
Hey there city girl
Glad I ran into you here
You’re the beauty, the stranger in the grocery store
You’re the highest quality hardwood door
I wanna be a person
I wanna be apart
I’m a toothache
I’m the saddest case
Now that we’re doomed
Let me show you to your room
My feet are aching
And your back is pretty tired