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And told me I reformed you?

When your Impressionist paintings of Heaven turned out to be fakes

Well, you took me to hell too

And all at once, the ink bleeds

A conman sells a fool a get-love-quick scheme

But I felt a hole like this

Never before and ever since

And do you miss the rogue

Who coaxed you into paradise and left you there?

Will you forgive my soul

When you're too wise to trust me and too old to care?

'Cause we were like the mall before the Internet

It was the one place to be

The mischief, the gift wrapped suburban dreams

Sorry for not winning you an arcade ring

And at first blush, this is fate

When it's all roses, portrait poses

Central Park Lake in tiny rowboats

What a charming Saturday

That's when she sees the littlest leaks

Down in the floorboards

And she just knows

She must bolt

What if I roll the stone away?

They're gonna crucify me anyway

What if the way you hold me is actually what's holy?

If long-suffering propriety is what they want from me

They don't know how you've haunted me so stunningly

I choose you and me religiously

You know that my train could take you home

Anywhere else is hollow

I'm begging for you to take my hand

Wreck my plans

That's my man

Life was a willow and it bent right to your wind (oh)

They count me out time and time again

Life was a willow and it bent right to your wind (oh)

But I come back stronger than a 90's trend

Wait for the signal and I'll meet you after dark

Show me the places where the others gave you scars

Now this is an open-shut case

Guess I should've known from the look on your face

And let me give you a playlist of love songs.

What are the matches for Karlie. Whatcha planning to burn down?

they want that freedom living off the grid […]

they want that good surf no hypocrites

they want it all

they want that contract with real madrid

they want that spring break that was fucking lit

and then that video taken off the internet

they want it all

and they should have what they want

they deserve what they want

i hope they get what they want

i just want you […]

we tell the world to leave us the fuck alone and they do, wow […]

boss up settle down got a wish list, i just want you

Apparently one of the earliest usages was this divorce court paper of a lady named Dorothy divorcing her husband because he was sending letters to a woman named Betty, described as 'the lady with the bedroom eyes.' Like what in the world? Betty wreaking havoc with bedroom eyes for a while apparently. 🤣😂

The first time is after they do the goofy pics and the second time is right at the end of the video

And now I am going to say something clownish. 🤡. He reminds me of.....