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Dahlia
02:31
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Mama, I'm cold
I thought I could trust the world around me -
so I'm told, when they found me I was dressed in solid gold
Smiling for the news, bathing in the blues
of another forgotten soul, gone, gone
Mama, I'm scared
I ran away into the world so unprepared
Crying for your girl - Mama, tell 'em it isn't fair to me
how I'm forced to be nothing more than an example
for the whole damn world to see
Cause I wanted to see my name on a marquee
Lit up and livin, draped on the doors of Carnegie
I spent all of my childhood, hoping I could get real good
Enough to live forever, as every starlet should
But now I'm trapped in a world that I don't know,
six feet under, screaming, but that's just too damn low
I searched for fame, and fame I got
the Devil tricked me, took his shot
I never was aware that they'd remember me
by the flowers in my hair
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3 for 3
02:24
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Sorry, baby, I hope you didn't dent the hood
Sorry, darlin, this never woulda happened if you'd just been good
I loved you till your heart stood still,
faithful to you as I could be
They always say to check your work to see if it's done,
I hit you one time, two time, three
And this never would have happened if you had loved me
the way that I loved you
Jury says guilty, but I'll let God decide -
think there's a special set of privileges for being your bride
Days go by, and tears will dry, I'll run out of sad things to say
cause everybody dies, but you had to lie,
took an advance on the big day
Bet you thought that I'd be caught,
thrown under lock and key -
but 20 years ain't the worst I got and you are lucky you only got three
And this never would have happened if you had loved me
the way that I loved you
Some say I'm crazy, but I guess that depends
but damn, you sure looked good on the hood of my Mercedes-Benz
I'll always love you,
my heart will break each time I wake,
I'll always think of you -- think of her, think of me
think of you, think of her, think of me, and I'll think to myself
Three for three, three for three
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the Other Woman
02:34
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I'm just an old cliche, it's always been that way
an enigma of someone's imagination
to get through the tribulations troublin' them from day to day
A second glance sort of girl, he covers me in diamonds and pearls
but I still find myself lonely, this jewelry can't hold me,
and save me from this cold, hard world
Cause the other woman gets her loving in the morning,
and I get my kisses at night
You got me dark blue, heartsick, yearning
for your arms to warm me up in the pale daylight
You drive me crazy and I just thought, maybe,
you'd like to stay with me tonight
And I hope you understand you'll always be my favorite man
but there was just no more room for another,
you dirty motherfucker, had to get you back the best I can
Cause the other woman gets her loving in the morning,
and I get my kisses at night
You got me dark blue, heartsick, yearning
for our arms to warm me up in the pale daylight
I sure will miss you, then I think of her kiss you,
and I think I'm gonna be alright
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Marie, Baby
02:16
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You were so fair, my Marie,
lovely brown hair and eyes that agree
with the leaves in the month of May
An angel known to man, would you tell your old man
that these hands were the ones that took those emeralds away?
When I was just seventeen,
someone came to my dreams and told me
I would have the hands of God
but I've found, I'm afraid, that the dance between skin and blade
is one that my hands have forgot.
Goodnight, our beautiful cigar girl
through your lips, soft white, smoke unfurls
into a halo, a round glow, that shimmers in your sleep
Down my soul goes for I know the Devil has certain promises to keep
I won't forget how your hair looked so wet down there,
floating, freely, dancing on the water's crest
But I hear you still when my ears, they fill with fragments still
of the tune you loved best.
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Melanie A. Davis Murray, Kentucky
Singer-songwriter from western Kentucky. I sing about me, you, us, and the wild weird world we're currently living in.
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