Wicked Strawberry Blondes

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Well you look so fuckin' gone,


Drinkin' Wicked Strawberry Blondes,


As I suck down the car bombs-- we love alcohol.


And you kiss me on the couch--


Ask me what I'm thinkin' 'bout--


Ask me what I think I'll spout out before the fall.


And the matches on the floor,


They don't mean much anymore.


I can't light your cigarettes like I did before.


 


And the drugs, they cloud my head,


But they help me get to bed,


'cause I'd think of her--


instead now I think of you.


 


You said "She doesn't seem so blue,


"I don't think she's missin' you.


"I don't think she gives a thought to what you do."


 


So I'll leave this fuckin' place,


Let the rain drip down my face,


Let the tears forget incase they might think of you.

Created: Jan 12, 2011

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