Bent back and forth to please and all of that
And I don't do that anymore
I will show you what these legs are for
I'm living the country life
Just me and the moon in a love so dirty
Weep winding oh willow tree
Come over here and wrap your legs around me
'Cause I'm not the barer of bad news
I just felt the salt in all of these wounds
And like the wind winding through the tree
Oh a subtle aching moan, small death taken from me
Hold it now, you're not the only one I love
Sing it loud, message sent from above
Hear it now, oh, oh, oh, because
Oh I ran faster than the dark
Oh I ran harder from the start
Oh and here you are
Oh and here you are
I used to be an acrobat
Bent back and forth to please and all of that
And I don't do that anymore
I will show you what these legs are for
And I'm living the country life
Just me and the moon in a love so dirty
Weep winding oh willow tree
Come over here and wrap your legs around me
'Cause I'm not the barer of bad news
I just felt the salt in all of these wounds
And like the wind winding through the tree
Oh a subtle aching moan, small death taken from me
Small death taken from me
I used to be an acrobat Bent back and forth to please and all of that And I don't do that anymore I will show you what these legs are for I'm living the country life Just me and the moon in a love so dirty Weep winding oh willow tree Come over here and wrap your legs around me 'Cause I'm not the barer of bad news I just felt the salt in all of these wounds And like the wind winding through the tree Oh a subtle aching moan, small death taken from me Hold it now, you're not the only one I love Sing it loud, message sent from above Hear it now, oh, oh, oh, because Oh I ran faster than the dark Oh I ran harder from the start Oh and here you are Oh and here you are I used to be an acrobat Bent back and forth to please and all of that And I don't do that anymore I will show you what these legs are for And I'm living the country life Just me and the moon in a love so dirty Weep winding oh willow tree Come over here and wrap your legs around me 'Cause I'm not the barer of bad news I just felt the salt in all of these wounds And like the wind winding through the tree Oh a subtle aching moan, small death taken from me Small death taken from me Explain Request ×
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