he has got a silver tongue
pushes her all over around
she's buying an iron lung
he's wearing a golden crown
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she's been talking for the longest time
brilliant skies to whitest house
she's a little worried
she's a little spent
he's holding her hostage
he's holding her hand
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now he's asking for marriage
she's not ready yet
he's making a big fuss
about the glorious bent on the shape of her forehead
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and the tape on the couch
it pricks her little mouth
and she's stopping now
frozen before a shout
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her tongue is solid
her friends are wondering why
she used to be so torrid
now she's dull as white
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and i tell them the truth
the truth about having you
the lies to simmer down
and the thing we really had
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all the scars on my eyelids
the termites in my ear
it keeps to my places
and my head always in fear
Crown Plaza make vibey, highly melodic guitar-driven indie rock augmented with clever lyrics and beautiful harmonies. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 21, 2019