it's true, i believe everything
the jokes are off, but i can't complain
simply naive, just like a baby
but i'm just trying to eat your heart
don't you put up those hands
i'm all smiles, the backseat of the bar
trying not to squint, but trying too hard
she smirks and laughs with a nightly drink
she has no clue, just like a baby
and when she's done with me
she kicks me to the curb
i'm just her jacket and i'm full of dirt
don't just stand there, you try and be curt
cause i'm just trying to eat your heart
don't you put up those hands
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