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A Perfect Mess lyrics
Well well look at you.
Little miss has to pick up the wound.
And that's so literal and you're so critical.
Well if you feel like theres a cause to be cold you can straddle the stove.
I'm a man not a handbag.
A friend not a servant.
Its hell being right all the time.
I wouldn't call this dating.
I'll get to know ya the hardway.
Lifes bittersweet; thats what they say.
Well well well with a woman like you who needs to get out fo bed.
Well well well with a woman like you who needs to have anyfriend.
I wouldn't call this dating.
I'll get to know ya the hardway.
Lifes bittersweet; thats what they say.
Come whisper in my ear a secret so profound.
I'll forget to write it down. Now I'm left here with the memory of the best and the worst thing I'll ever love. Aren't we a perfect mess.
I wouldn't call this dating.
I'll get to know ya the hardway.
Lifes bittersweet; thats what they say.
Come whisper in my ear a secret so profound.
I'll forget to write it down. Now I'm left here with the memory of the best and the worst thing I'll ever love. Aren't we a perfect mess.
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- Track 6 on From First to Last
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