You're like a Coney Island
Working class fun
Pretty run down in a long run
Beautiful ashtray full of cigarette butts
Lipstick traces on cold cuts

On the way down falling stars collide
Nothing to show no more and nothing to hide
You gave me a lift it was a lonely ride
Now I'm born again Christian with rough guide

Thrift store wedding dresses, no more second guesses
Nothing new or borrowed or beat to blue
Vending machine rings while Michael Bolton sings
"How am I supposed to live without you"

Two wrongs seldom makes it right
But constant struggle keeps you warm at night
You are no perfect and I'm less so
But please say "Yes" and let's give it a go


Lyrics submitted by NeoDamiu, edited by takopus, kamikakusha, JesusChrysler

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