Oh, she's a dying art.
She's a weathered﻿ leaf,
at times of thunderstorm.
And he's a prodigal son,
with his back to the wall,
he's an atomic bomb.
And she said, she said, she says:
I remember you,
your switch-blade eyes.
The coolest thing to do,
was to let you come inside.
Hands behind my back,
my tongue tied,
bear with me now,
let's go for a ride.
She's a dying art,
she's a weathered﻿ leaf,
at times of thunderstorm.
And I'm the prodigal one,
with my back to the wall,
I'm the atomic bomb.
And she said, she said, she says:
I remember you,
your switch-blade eyes.
The coolest thing to do,
was to let you come inside.
Hands behind my back,
my tongue tied,
bear with me now,
let's go for a ride.
I remember you,
your switch-blade eyes.
The coolest thing to do,
was to let you come inside.
Hands behind my back,
my tongue tied,
bear with me now,
let's go for a ride,
for a ride,
for a ride.
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