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Wilbur Soot

Karen, Please Come Back I Miss The Kids

 

Karen, Please Come Back I Miss The Kids


Karen, please come back
I miss the kids
Karen, please come back
I miss the kids
How old's he again, twenty-four?
Is he still your yoga instructor?

Karen, I don't have a bed anymore
I sleep on a futon on the hardwood floor
Can you blame me? I'm quite poor!
Why'd you have to be such a whore?

And I will write you songs
'Til my lungs fall out
'Til you hear me out

She took the fucking kids!
Please, hear me now
All I want is for you to listen

Karen, I keep your hair in a drain
A little piece of you still remains
Sometimes I stroke it

My pain burns hot as my torch
Placed outside your door
Now your seeing why you're a
(No, already done that one)

I'll die in ritual fire
Tear my world apart
Like you did to my heart, oh

Karen, please come back
I miss the kids
Was my arson not enough to convince you
Give me back my son
So I can stop sending you my porn
Just open up your door

And Karen, I've been thinking

Karen, I know I've been bad
I probably shouldn't have killed your dad
But is it really grounds for divorce?
No, no!

Is it... Is this on?

done

Did you add all the unfamiliar words from this song?