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Baby girl unhand my heartcause it's been too longAnd the ink in my veinsScribbles the same old songsThose of regret and loss and always painAnd you ain't helpingAnd you know I'm going to be a scribble in your bookAn awful risk you should have never tookAnd girls like you are always cut too deepAnd you don't want meCause You want men with muscle-y armsAnd not some kid who plays guitarGirl lovers line up at your doorThey call you goldenThey call me the choreToo many times, Too many times that I've messed upAnd you deserve the stars but girl I'm just a bookFor you to read, and like all the rest burn upDid you read enough?You want men with muscle-y armsAnd not some kid who plays guitarGirl lovers line up at your doorLetras de cancionesThey call you goldenThey call me the choreYou trick me in thinkingYou want men with muscle-y armsAnd not some kid who plays guitarGirl lovers line up at your doorThey call you goldenThey call me the chore From Letras Mania