Let's put a new coat of paint on this lonesome old town Set 'em up, we'll be knockin' em down. You wear a dress, baby, and I'll wear a tie. We'll laugh at that old bloodshot moon in that burgundy sky
All your scribbled lovedreams, are lost or thrown away, Here amidst the shuffle of an overflowing day Our love needs a transfusion so let's shoot it full of wine Fishin' for a good time starts with throwin'in your line.
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