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She's the kind of lady that calls everybody babyhoney, sugar, sweetie, she's always making friendsand she keeps us all locked outside her thick leather skinshe always starts with a smile, it's small and butter yellowbut easier than a handshake, doesn't like her hands touchedshe tans alot, gets burnt alot smoking through the cartonsbut then gets put out so much, she's considered a bargainshe was born on the fourth of july with her hand on her heartloves america, & being patronized, no one ever told her to guard her heartshe was an angel for halloween once, but never againand for christmas ever year she's haunted by demonsthey always tell her they love her.she used to believe in innocence until she lost itand spent a long summer, riding the trainsshe has cats and collectors plates to keep her sanewatching TV in her favorite chair...both of which are rentedshe's alone, and surrounds herself with lonersher life is a loan, lent out to anyone who will own herwaiting for the night to sweep her off her feet, while she mops the bathroom floorhoping for a winning ticket or a man to treat her rightbut they're both a gamble and she's been a loser all her lifeand if she had a nickel for every time she's been punched and kickedshe'd put it together with her camel cash, try to buy some happinessthey always tell her they love her, but then they take something from her.Letras de cancionesshe would always show us her dreamsthey were crumpled up like leaves from holding on too tightscattered in her shoebox coffin on the cardboard walls covered in butterfliesshe's got love in her heart for her babies, and hope in her mind for tomorrowand blood on her hands that only she sees, holding the last bit of time that's borrowedbut you never know where that heart has been, and we'll never know how hard it's beenI wanna cut open my chest and let her in, but that won't fix what needs to mendand she stands there unlit cigarette in handfilling up that empty hole with anything that'll pourinsides hanging out like a flare, warning.there's beauty in that pain, can you see it?she's crashing through life with seat belt handsone accident away from a miracleand there's an honesty there, but I can't take it all inshe hides the worst of it in the wrinklesthat's the ache you get when there's no where else to go.and she's got no where else to go, she doesn't want to go there.so I promise I'll go with her. From Letras Mania