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Friday, August 12, 2005

"sad song from Saxony"

It was only my heart,

Watch out, baby,
watch out.

You drop kicked it,
you slammed it,
you knocked it over,
you ran it.
Now it's lookin' pretty bad,
got me feelin' down n' sad,
don't want this heart no mo',
should bag it.

Watch out, baby,
watch out.
He don't do for you
what you do for you.
Take it down, baby girl,
take it down.
Cos he won't do for you.
Nah, he won't do for you.

Gotta get up,
take the next train.
Lyin' here feelin' cold and shame.
Been down here before,
didn't think there'd be more.
Thought I learned this lesson once
but now, got this new pain.

Watch out, baby,
watch out.
He don't do for you
what you do for you.
Take it down, baby girl,
take it down.
Cos he won't do for you.
Nah, he won't do for you.




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