Ruru
Golden
Baby girlUnhand my heart cause it's been too longAnd the ink in my veins scribbles the same old songsThose of regret and loss and always painAnd you ain't helpin'And you knowI'm gonna be a scribble in your bookAn awful risk you shoulda never tookGirls like you are always cut too deepAnd you don't want meCause you want menWith muscle-y armsNot some kid who plays guitarAnd girl, the lovers line up at your doorThey call you Golden,They call me the choreToo many times,Too many times that I've messed upYou deserve the stars but girl I'm just a bookFor you to read and like all the rest, burn upBut did you read enough?Cause you want menLetras de cancionesWith muscle-y armsNot some kid who plays guitarAnd girl, the lovers line up at your doorThey call you Golden,They call me the chore
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