Текст песни SEVEN MARY THREE - My My
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Текст песни SEVEN MARY THREE - My My
"My my stomach hurts again tonite" she saysCrashes on her floorCuts what she can't untieTies it to a doorAnd if mercy was a cattle callShe didn't hearShe didn't want to play the role of the fool again( )Won't be fooled againIndifference... as my witnessAnd I think she'd take me backShe tears down my front door just to... see my photograph"My my head is getting so confused" she saysWhat's she trying to do to me?Put my sticker on her carBought a CDIf mercy was a cattle callShe didn't hearShe didn't want to play the role of the fool againWon't be fooled againIndifference... as my witnessAnd I think she'd take me backShe tears down my front door just to... hear my phonographIt spins..."I ain't too proud to beg sweet darlin Don't you leave my baby don't you go I ain't too proud to beg sweet darlin