She spit out the dinner I made her

Left and returned to me later

There on the bed with the gun and cocaine

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And if I find you wastin’ my time

That’s when I know I been blind

And when you see the hurting’s on me

That’s when you know how low I can be

She’d always laugh in the same way

I couldn’t tell you what she’d say

There with her little friend

And the bald boy in the band

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Somewhere her diary is leaking

There always smoking or speaking

Coiled up like a cobra on Saturday night

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