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Turncoat, cold hearted, Church leavin’ daughter of mine. Curse that boy’s old car, Your cheatin’ hearts go double time. Came back from Ann Arbor, Big as a Canton five and dime. Yellow ring on the wrong finger, Tellin’ us all the world bout Caroline How you ain’t felt her feet in a week. Gerard’s prayin’ hard that girl ain’t dyin’.
Turncoat magi, give you your gifts commit your crimes Fugitive empress we want your gifts don’t you go hidin’
Your Jacob is all for makin’ money, With plans to sim’ to mine. See your hardened mother, And my hard earned money ain’t farin’ right. Though she so pretty, your mom, Anything I seen in all my life. And oh the stone on her bone finger, Weighin’ that body down like Sisyphus. Though I ain’t touched her cheek in a week, Valentine just fine, my love ain’t dyin’.
Turncoat magi, give you your gifts commit your crimes Fugitive empress we want your gifts don’t you go hidin’ from me.