Swing The Heartache

Out of her mouth it came as no surprise

Lipstick stained on whip cream lies

I feel that if I had been uglier

It would have been easier

There, there, there, there

There it sat, blinked and spat

In a black feather hat and said, "The rat"

Like a red bouquet, slim swinger

It would have fit her better but no red letter

No red letter

But she wants to be a better singer

Swing the Heartache

Just for her sake

But she wants to be a better singer

Swing the Heartache

Just for her sake

Gruesome

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