I had a lover this winter
He learned to build
a fire in my stove
I learned to dress pretty
but then he
Went back to the city
Sing it up baby,
keep coming 'round
Sing it up baby,
keep coming 'round
I want you
On the street in your
black and your slick
Holding hands with
your carpenter chick
I'm all covered in
sawdust and glue
But I like walking you
I got a hollow in my heart
I cried away all my water
And left you with
a kiss so dry
I thought our love might die
He left me standing strong
In my boots like
I never stood before
He showed me a way
Like it was always there
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