He needs her to sing the blues,
Since he wants to prove she is his fool
She wants him to buy her that star
That shines right above her window and seems so close to Mars.
But her settling and his news,
That he is leaving her for his tunes.
Her tears are by far the joy to his eyes and his never ending compliance with now.
His temper, her love for him, is equal to the ending of the low life she met before him. Great.
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