I learned when I was just seventeen
To be forgotten was a bit obscene
But that don't really matter much to you

So when I was just twenty-one
I went out and I bought a gun
And I will never be away from you

I want to be your Blown Away Baby
I want to be your dead sweetheart
I want to be your Blown Away Baby
My ring on your finger, my head on your dress

Even though I'll be dead and gone
For future years I will always be young
Picture perfect tragic for all time

Even though I'll be dead and gone
You can dip your handkerchief in my blood
A martyr and memento all at once

I want to be your Blown Away Baby
I want to be your dead sweetheart
I want to be your Blown Away Baby
My ring on your finger, my head on your dress
Jackie O fashions a blood stained mess

I want to be your Blown Away Baby
I want to be your dead sweetheart
I want to be your Blown Away Baby
My ring on your finger, my head on your dress
Jackie O fashions a blood stained mess
Visceral plumage a restrained effect

I want to be your Blown Away Baby
I want to be your dead sweetheart
I want to be your Blown Away Baby
My ring on your finger, my head on your dress
Jackie O fashions a blood stained mess
Visceral plumage a restrained effect
Matching tie and handkerchief and nothing less


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