White Wine and Sleeping Pills,
Help Me get back to Your arms.
Cheep Sex and Sad Films,
Help Me get where I Belong.
I Think Your'e Crazy, maybe,
I Think You're Crazy, maybe.
Stop Sending Letters,
Letters Always get Burned.
It's Not like the Movies.
They fed us Little White Lies.
I Think You're Crazy, maybe,
I Think You're Crazy, maybe.
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