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She's a roller of sevens and elevens She can talk the stars out of the heavens And she dances through the ruins just like a princess Men have died for her kisses And sometimes when I wake up in the morning I sense her ghost on my pillow forming Incense of imprints that leave me breathless I can't take no more of this baby I can't take any more disappointments I can't take any more disappointments, baby I can see her sorting through her ointments For shades of blue that make her tears look like diamonds Falling away, as she searches and prays, for words to say That keep me playing with her loaded dice She's the kind of girl who thinks love Flies on the wings of a velvet dove But I know that she's wrong 'cause you know what they say Love's just looking for a better way I'm losing touch with my senses You got me measuring the fences That surround your heart just like a palace Just like the blood in a chalice I don't know what to do with these feelings Your punches have got me reeling Letras de cancionesOn the ropes groping for my corner I'm your little Jack Horner baby I can't take any more disappointments I can't take any more disappointments, baby I can see her sorting through her ointments For shades of blue that make her tears look like diamonds Falling away, as she searches and prays, for words to say That keep me playing with her loaded dice She's the kind of girl who thinks love Flies on the wings of a velvet dove But I know that she's wrong 'cause you know what they say Love's just looking for a better way She's a roller of sevens and elevens She's a talk the stars out of the heavens baby From Letras Mania