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Face of an angel, soul of saint
So much of the things, I know that I ain't
I should be glad, you might suppose
For some stupid reason that nobody knows
.
All that she's got, it sure is a lot
But it still ain't enough for me
.
There must be a reason, I'm not satisfied
So hard to please, oh I realize
She up and left me with nothing to say
Somehow I know it would it would end up this way
.
All that she's got, it sure is a lot
But it still ain't enough for me
.
Face of an age, soul of saint
So much of the things, I know that I ain't
I should be glad, you might suppose
For some stupid reason that nobody knows
.
All that she's got, it sure is a lot
But it still ain't enough for me
.
All that she's got, it sure is a lot
But it still ain't enough for me
.
Still ain't enough for me
.