Sweetheart, you're black and blue
Sweetheart
From the things I've done to you

Now your dead arm swings loose
And your bruised eye won't open
Sweetheart
These things I've done to you

An evening among friends, descends
Now we're alone
Sweetheart
Now you start on me again
Buttons all pushed, again

You try to stand your ground
But I'll always shout louder
Sweetheart
Surely safer to just settle down?

Cower, out in the...

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