You should know me better
Straight up
Straight down
To the letter
All that anger is no use to me
All that anger is uncharted territory,
and I'm sorry
Oh I'm sorry
I'll be your security blanket,
cause you're my life
When I can't hack it
A lesson in love
All I dream of
You're pure gold
The rest of them are plastic
The rest of them are plastic
I could love you forever
I'll shape up,
and I'll go down
We'll face things together
All that drama is no use to me
All that drama is stupid, really
I'm sorry
Oh I'm sorry
I'll be your security blanket,
cause you're my life
When I can't hack it
A lesson in love
All I dream of
You're pure gold
The rest of them are plastic
The rest of them are plastic
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Frankie Martinelli
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