♪ marissa

She used to say about love
That it should come from above
And it should come from below
She used to say "my love,
Wear the lips of a saint
And the hips of a whore"
And when we'd walk
Along the street she'd say
"If it rains now i hope to God it pours"
And with her beautiful ideas yeah
She'd cut me in half clean as a broad sword
And now I
I just can't seem to get out of bed anymore
And now my
My heart hangs worn and weak like an old wire door
And now I
I just can't seem to get out of bed anymore

She used to say that magic was the edge
And science and God
They were the sides of a copper penny piece
Yeah and it's far better to keep it
Spinning and spinning and spinning
Than for one side to fall and to freeze
Oh and when we'd walk
Along the pier well she'd
Point at the waves and say "under there
That's where we go when we're asleep"
You know once she let it slip
That I was the best
Of her beautiful ideas
And now I
I just can't seem to get out of bed anymore
And now my
My heart hangs worn and weak like an old wire door
And now I
I just can't seem to get out of bed anymore

She used to say
"Lets get naked and get under the sheets"
"Lets get naked and get under the sheets"
"Lets get naked and get under the sheets"
"Lets get naked and get under the sheets"
She said
"Lets get naked and get under the sheets"
"Lets get naked and get under the sheets"
She said "Lets get naked and get under the sheets"
"Lets get naked and get under the sheets"
And now I
I just can't seem to get out of bed anymore
And now my
My heart hangs worn and weak like an old wire door
And now I
I just can't seem to get out of bed anymore
Yeah~

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