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Trailer Trash Romance
She sleeps beside me as I lie awake in her bed, stuck in that murky place between the high and the comedown, full of melancholy and the blues...
She spent last night in my arms, giggling and smiling like a teenager with a crush, but it's daylight now & she's expecting her sugar daddy to be stopping by...
It's just the come down that's got me feeling low, I knew the game before the first time I lay in her bed. I'm her secret lover beneath the moon and the night belongs to us
during the light of day, like a fugitive running from the law, I hide in the shadows guarding our secret from the rest of the world counting the hours till the moon rises again
It's all make believe, a fantasy game driven on by the empty places inside both of us, because neither of us wants to spend the night filled with those lonesome blues
She spent last night in my arms, giggling and smiling like a teenager with a crush, but it's daylight now & she's expecting her sugar daddy to be stopping by...
It's just the come down that's got me feeling low, I knew the game before the first time I lay in her bed. I'm her secret lover beneath the moon and the night belongs to us
during the light of day, like a fugitive running from the law, I hide in the shadows guarding our secret from the rest of the world counting the hours till the moon rises again
It's all make believe, a fantasy game driven on by the empty places inside both of us, because neither of us wants to spend the night filled with those lonesome blues
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