I'll be yours rightfully, honestly, always
You'll be my soft skinned, sweet thing always
I'll be your hot blooded, hard-headed liar
I'll be yours, rightfully, honestly, always
I walked you home, as the heat of the summer came down, came down
The city was a paradise of violence, ice cream trucks turned silent
And the rain turned to steam on the stones
I'll be yours rightfully, honestly, always
You'll be my soft skinned, sweet thing, always
I'll be your hot blooded, hard-headed liar
I'll be yours rightfully, honestly, always
Twisted sheets, your hands became the tools that I needed, I needed
Wasn't no chalet suite in London, no self-cleaning oven
Just a warm room where we could get stoned
I'll be yours rightfully, honestly, always
You'll be my soft skinned, sweet thing, always
I'll be your hot blooded, hard-headed liar
I'll be yours rightfully, honestly, always
Yes
For all the things that I have, have done wrong
The things I sacrificed to get along
I am sorry, sorry, sorry, child, oh, no
I am sorry, sorry, sorry, child, oh, no
I am sorry, sorry, sorry, child, oh, no
Yes
I'll be yours rightfully, honestly, always
You'll be my soft skinned, sweet thing, always
I'll be your hot blooded, hard-headed liar
I'll be yours rightfully, honestly, always
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