Get off my heart
'Cuz you've been standing on it all day
Can my lips apart
With the words that I want to say?
And as I run into the walls
'Cuz I don't have the balls to run over him
You just sit in the dark in his car
That he parks there, resisting sin
And when the angels start to sing
And when my ears begin to ring
I think I'm crazy 'cuz I sing for the rich girl
Where do I start?
Please pull the splinters from my knees
I tried so hard
To get you to be seen with me
And does the leopard print book
Full of phone numbers look like a cover up
'Cuz I got too much proud just to let this one slide
Just to try and go and fuck this up
And when the angels start to sing
And when my ears begin to ring
I think I'm crazy 'cuz I sing for the rich girl
And does the leopard print book
Full of phone numbers look like a cover up
'Cuz I got too much proud just to let this one slide
And to try and go and fuck this up
And when the angels start to sing
And when my ears begin to ring
I think I'm crazy 'cuz I sing for the rich girl
The rich girl, for the rich girl
For the rich girl
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