She said in June you'll find me but in august I'll be gone and I will leave you crying on the ground

so don't try to find me babe
my love is dead


She's got hot finger tips got a jacket pin
it's a twiggy, hot murderess on the main street, hunts you down
and all the time she just smiles between marmalades and eyes
hot silver she was just too much- poor boy

It's time to go now cause she just stabbed you on the floor
with a knife she broke off in your mind

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