I know it breaks your heart
Moved to the city in a broke down car
And four years, no call
Now I'm lookin' pretty in a hotel bar
…
No, I-I-I can't stop
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So, baby, pull me closer in the backseat of your Rover
That I know you can't afford
Bite that tattoo on your shoulder
Hey, I was doing just fine before I met you
I drink too much, and that's an issue, but I'm okay
Hey, you tell your friends it was nice to meet them
But I hope I never see them again
I know it breaks your heart
Moved to the city in a broke-down car, and
Four years, no calls