Alexander Biggs
Low
Ainslie
Chirps like a bird
Howls when she's hurt
Speaks to me stern
Teaches me words
Thrives in the dirt
Spills her red wine
Ruins my shirts
Bloodies my nose
Lips like a rose
Somewhere to go
When I’m low
Ainslie
Magical mouth
Sleeps on the couch
Gone somewhere else
Comes in and out
Whistles me tunes
Sings me the blues
Misses her youth
Drinks 80 proof
When she's bluе
Letras de cancionesAnd I'm low
‘cause she’s hot
And cold
‘cause I'm young
And shе's old
And I'm buying
And she's sold
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