Trouble? Sometimes I need to destroy. If I was a Red Indian, I'd resent the term. Who said it was time that we'd run out of? Get bent.
If I was pregnant, I guess I'm fucked.
If I was a saint, well I'd tell you good
but you'd be a prophet so you'd tell me first
and we'd each throw the book, yeah chapter and verse
and curse
Your love is alright!
Yeah!
Your love! HAH!
It's alright!
Yeah!
Your love!
HAH!
ALL RIGHT!
If I was an angel, I'd hang my head
And if we had wings, we'd fly straight down
and if we had harps we'd play with our horns
instead
Your love is alright!
Yeah!
Your love! HAH!
It's alright!
Yeah!
Your love!
HAH!
ALL RIGHT!
Your heart has been strung on a golden chain
so light you would think it'd break from the weight
but you'll fasten the clasp behind somebody's neck
Whose neck will get broken next?
Your love is alright!
Yeah!
Your love! HAH!
It's alright!
Yeah!
Your love!
HAH!
ALL RIGHT!
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