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A bastard from the start, but a charming one at that
Bad reputation, but I really ain't that bad It's alright, I can't feel a thing A beauty from the city, dolled up in a dress of gold I like them high heels, but she won't wear them no more It's alright, I can't feel a thing She's nothing short of perfect as she's falling to the ground Nothing short of Armageddon's gonna slow her down Nothing short of dying's gonna bring me any peace But I ain't really worried, cause I can't feel a thing Got so much to tell her, but the words seem to get lost The bottle's empty and I can't complete the call It's alright, I can't feel a thing She ain't on the phone, and she ain't on her way And all the messages keep going up in flames It's alright, I can't feel a thing It's nothing short of Vegas and a bar that's never closed Nothing short of lying down and waking up alone And nothing short of dying's gonna bring me any peace Well, I ain't really worried cause I can't feel a thing It's alright Well, it's alright A little less pain, every time I fall It's alright It's alright Until you get so tired, you can't feel nothing at all Nothing at all She asked me if I loved her, and I showed her the tattoo Wasn't no answer, but for then it had to do It's alright, I can't feel a thing I listened to a band in a bar outside downtown There ain't enough girls wearing high heels in this crowd It's alright, I can't feel a thing She's nothing short of perfect and she's falling to the ground Nothing short of Armageddon's gonna slow her down Nothing short of dying's gonna bring me any peace Ah hell, but I ain't really worried, cause I can't feel a thing I can't feel anything Oh I can't feel anything I can't feel a thing |
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Well don't you stop wasting time, come back down the line
I'm right where you left me before I can't say I've been behaved You'd not believe me anyways There's been other women, of course So hold me to this one I won't make the same mistakes anymore Come on now darlin', please darken my door With me is where you belong So bring yourself back home We'll tear this town down to the ground White water tavern nights Old songs and cheap red wine There's no finer mess to be found I'll hold you to this one I still hear your footsteps crossing the floor Come on now darlin', please darken my door Your bare feet on hardwood, that barely make a sound From the kitchen to the bedroom, with all the lights down A glass of water, some whiskey, the smoke in your hair All I taste is the perfume you wear Oh, that perfume you wear I don't expect that you will stay, gone are the good old days Damn weren't we sure something else? I've caused enough trouble here, so girl get it in high gear And come save me from myself We'll hold to this one I still taste that god awful perfume you wore Now we'll hold to this one I won't make the same mistakes anymore Come on now darlin', please darken my door Alright, come on now darlin' Come on now darlin' Come on now darlin', please darken my door |
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