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Williams Robbie Escapology

Dig your polished nails into the dirt Rip your skirt off Wipe the hurt off You know it tears my heart out when you Flirt with danger And any stranger

Hello. Did you miss me? I know I'm hard to resist Y'all can come and help me pick the sweetcorn out of this. It's hard to be humble When you're so fucking

Is the Richard Gere gerbil story true? Who came third in World War II? Did Sooty sleep with Sue These things I think about When I?m out with you What

So unimpressed but so in awe Such a saint but such a whore So self aware so full of shit So indecisive so adamant I'm contemplating thinking about thinking

I've sung some songs that were lame I've slept with girls on the game. I've got my Catholic shame Lord I'm in purgatory Basically it's all come-on talk

You said when you'd die that you'd walk with me every day And I'd start to cry and say please don't talk that way With the blink of an eye the Lord came

You can't manufacture a miracle the silence was pitiful, that day a love is getting too cynical passion's just physical, these days you analyze everyone

Loose lips sunk ships I'm getting to grips with what you said No it's not in my head I can't awaken the dead Day after day Why don't we talk about it

Loose lips sunk ships I'm getting to grips With what you said No it's not in my head I can't awaken the dead Day after day Why don't we talk about it