smell like booze and worse
got a feeling you're still mad
about the money I took from your purse
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patching up the holes i made
is going to take us hours
I'm not coming home empty handed
I'm going to steal you flowers
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The lady down the way will give me daisies
She likes the way you sing and knows I'm lazy
And old man up the road, I know where his roses grow
I can get three or four, if I sneak up slow
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ain't the first time I've done wrong
ain't gonna be the last
your sister said mister pack your bags
but you keep taking me back
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ain't got no more money
ain't got super powers
but I know better than to come home empty handed
I'm going to steal you flowers
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