Every night, I wanna be your muse
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Baby, forget about everything
I have you on the back of my dirt–bike
Come up with an excuse or something
To justify your strike...
In my heart
You and I are heading west
every night I imagine it
My heart no longer beats in my chest
Look at my ring...
Throw it to hell
Maybe, today you cast aside me
But I wanna be your muse anyway
We have nowhere to run. So let’s be free?
well, baby, choose your way...
in my fucking dream
You don’t care about my lovely perfume,
I already know that you hate love
I want to see gardens where youth blooms
but, I’m still distracted by the mole by your mouth...
All over again
