This is about bronies. They communicate by stomping.
Nobody took down my guard like you
Nobody moved in their toothbrush so soon
Nobody does whatever they want like you
I'm cards on the table
I am spilled milk
There's no use crying
There's forces at will
I'm yours for the taking
Come get your fill
'cause nobody loves me like you do
Nobody thrills me like you do
Nobody gets me
Nobody kills me like you
Nobody buys me old books like you
Nobody hikes up my skirt like you
Nobody says they ain't changing like you
I'm painting a picture 'cause I'm seeing red
You're not the villain I've built in my head
The flowers you picked out still sit by the bed
'cause nobody loves me like you do
Nobody thrills me like you do
Nobody gets me
Nobody kills me like you
To love you is to go mad
To love you is to lose myself
In meeting you I've met my match
There's no sweeter death
No sweeter death than this
Nobody loves me like you do
Nobody thrills me like you do
Nobody gets me
Nobody kills me like you
Nobody loves me like you do
Nobody thrills me like you do
Nobody gets me
Nobody kills me like you
Nobody moved in their toothbrush so soon
Nobody does whatever they want like you
I'm cards on the table
I am spilled milk
There's no use crying
There's forces at will
I'm yours for the taking
Come get your fill
'cause nobody loves me like you do
Nobody thrills me like you do
Nobody gets me
Nobody kills me like you
Nobody buys me old books like you
Nobody hikes up my skirt like you
Nobody says they ain't changing like you
I'm painting a picture 'cause I'm seeing red
You're not the villain I've built in my head
The flowers you picked out still sit by the bed
'cause nobody loves me like you do
Nobody thrills me like you do
Nobody gets me
Nobody kills me like you
To love you is to go mad
To love you is to lose myself
In meeting you I've met my match
There's no sweeter death
No sweeter death than this
Nobody loves me like you do
Nobody thrills me like you do
Nobody gets me
Nobody kills me like you
Nobody loves me like you do
Nobody thrills me like you do
Nobody gets me
Nobody kills me like you
Lyrics submitted by COMBOily
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Great version of a great song,
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