It's in the way she often calls me out It's in the cut of your pretty gown Your come-on legs and your pantyhose You look so precious with your bloody nose
We're gonna come together, we're gonna celebrate We're gonna gather around like it's your birthday I don't wanna know just what I'm gonna do I don't care where you're going I'm coming home with you
Walking her home with the grassy field Falling and laughing at the drinks we spill Just one of those nights that I have to share Chasing the death without a care
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