Oh, she's a dying art
She's a weathered leaf
At times, a thunderstorm
And he's a prodigal son
With his back to the wall
He's an atomic bomb
And she said, she said, she says
I remember you
Your switch-blade eyes
The coolest thing to do
Was to let you come inside
Hands behind my back
My tongue tied
Bear with me now
Let's go for a ride
She's a dying art
She's a weathered leaf
At times, a thunderstorm
And I'm the prodigal love
With my back to the wall
I'm the atomic bomb
And she said, she said, she says
I remember you
Your switch-blade eyes
The coolest thing to do
Was to let you come inside
Hands behind my back
My tongue tied
Bear with me now
Let's go for a ride
I remember you
Your switch-blade eyes
The coolest thing to do
Was to let you come inside
Hands behind my back
My tongue tied
Bear with me now
Let's go for a ride
For a ride
For a ride
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