Jeremiah 17:9
The heart is deceitful above all things, It is desperately sick, and beyond cure…who can know it?
I know her, used to follow everywhere we’d go
And it’s so sweet, now she’s sleeping with a boy I know
The boy I know, knows a pretty girl in every town
And the way they look, they were made to let each other down
She got her face from the same house where she stole her clothes
On the same street, there’s a dance hall where nobody goes
Four to the floor, stealing cigarettes of ’90s ghosts
And then at Christmas time, ‘till we exceed the recommended dose.
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