She's got that aching feeling in her head
She's got that aching lying in her bed
She's got soul

don't let it go
But when I see the way you feel it makes me sick
But I don't see it I just hear you might not make it I know
Ohhh
She's got everything she needs on a mantlepiece
No picture, no frame comes close to
the pain that you know
Ohhh
Be my love of my life
Be my struggle my strife
See I know picturesque don't mean a thing
All you get's diamonds and rings when I said
Hold my head to the gun
Torture me under the sun well I know
A singer's not singing a thing
The picture's too perfect to trim and I said
Oooooooh
Like the fool that I've been leading
I lost my patience for you
Yeah I could see the little things in him you like
And I just hope that when the time is right it's right
She got sold
Ohhh
And in the morning when you wake to find him gone
And you remember how it felt when it went wrong
She got told
Ohhh
Be my love of my life
Be my struggle my strife
See I know picturesque don't mean a thing
All you get's diamonds and rings when I said
Hold my head to the gun
Torture me under the sun well I said
A singer's not singing a thing
The picture's too perfect to trim and I said
Let it all pour out
Yeah
Let it all pour out
Yeah
Let it all pour out
Yeah
And I said yeah
(Like a fool)
(Like a fool)
(Like a fool)
(Like a fool)
Does she feel like a fool?
Oh I feel like a fool
(Like a fool)
Does she feel like a fool?
(Like a fool)
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