little child, oh I am so slick
trivial just like the medium
little child, oh I am so sick
you mean everything to me

you know it's killing me, what I do deny
you know it's killing me, what I do deny

is this plot naive or am I mediocrity's angel in for repair?
and, oh, you got such lovely blonde hair
and, oh, you got such lovely blonde hair

hair (5x)

you know it's killing me, what I do deny
you know it's killing me, what I do deny

well I, I was for rent with grave
and I, I was for rent with grave
until your skirt blue suede
until your skirt blue suede

it was the skin of the truth that I was born to need
it was the skin of the truth that I was born to need
it was the skin of the truth that I was born to need

oh, you
yes, yes, you
'cause oh, you got such lovely blonde hair
oh, you got such lovely blonde hair

hair (8x)

my little angel washed my feet with her tears and her blonde hair (4x)


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