Letra de Complaint
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Son," she said,
If it's too good to be true,
much too good, then it is.
"Son," she said,
Take my hand, lay me down,
eat your food my boy.
I've your hand in my hand,
and I'm your girl, always.
If it's too good to be true,
much too good, then it is.
"Son," she said,
Take my hand, lay me down,
eat your food my boy.
I've your hand in my hand,
and I'm your girl, always.
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