I,.......So Misled.
In the summer of a London life,
"Gold," she said, was a month before I
Realised sold instead.
Babe, its such an awful choice.
Dont break my back.
Take it easy, now you whipping boy.
Dont wanna feel the crack.
Trust my head to say lose it;
Now my bodys got to use it.
I should not be So Misled.
I should not be So Misled.
Saw an advert in a magazine;
Safe it said, with the satisfaction
Guaranteed to cool your head.
I cant see the solution
To this state of confusion.
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