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I don't like their colorIt's hard to rememberI'll think of a sapphireThat's far too expensiveI'll call her high maintenanceShe says I'm impatientI've seen all of her scarsShe shows them quite freelyAnd when we start talkingI'll turn off the TVI'll turn off the radioI'll turn off the radioI don't think we'll do itIt's hard enough to hold herThose lackluster kissesThat pitiful shoulderI can't think of anythingI can't think at allI'm glad I don't like herBecause that would be troubleSuch lackluster kissesOh, that horrible shoulderLetras de cancionesI can't think of anything at allIt's six in the morningI feel like a husk, but I'm thankful she's sleepingI'm thinking of usOh, you pitiful poor thingI think we're in troubleIt's six in the morningI feel like a husk, but I'm glad that she's sleepingI'm thinking of usOh, you pitiful poor thingI think we're in troubleIt's six in the morningI'm glad that you're sleepingI'm touching your shoulderI'm watching your breathingYou pitiful poor thingI think we're in troubleIt's six in the morningI'm happy you're sleepingI'm touching your shoulderI'm watching you breatheOh, you pitiful poor thingI think we're in trouble From Letras Mania