I sit and watch these people go
To see and love these city roads
I see the waves
You see the stars
I’d rather skip these stones alone
I keep your ring, you keep the church
And with the ocean, I will flirt
I see the wound
You see the scars
I’ll show these people what I’m worth
I’m a victorian girl with an imperial twist
I got a tailor who sews on my american kiss
Believe me sir, I don’t think we can negotiate this
You’re better off with a girl in a sunday school dress
You take the keys, and you drive me home
I sleep and dream of bobby jones
I see the pain
You see the tears
You’re a machine, I am a ghost
I’m a victorian girl with an imperial twist
I got a tailor who sews on my american kiss
Believe me sir, i don’t think we can negotiate this
You’re better off with a girl in a sunday school dress
I’ll be the pistol in your rose, I’m gonna pull the trigger when your petals close
I am the pistol in your rose, I’ll pull the trigger when your petals close
I’m a victorian girl with an imperial twist
I got a tailor who sews on my american kiss
Believe me sir, I don’t think we can negotiate this
You’re better off with a girl in a sunday school dress
Believe me sir, I don’t think we can negotiate this
You’re better off with a girl in a sunday school dress

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