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Spaghetti

de The Dead South

Momma made something sweet
It's good for you to eat
But you were out late messing around

The girls are in your hands
Dangerous charm you don't understand
The other men will burn you alive

You're just naive, boy
You better leave, boy
Tonight

The streets are whispering now
Of this gentlemen in town
A lover, who cannot be beat
The men around town
Gathered on the sacred ground
And repeated to beat their chests

You're just naive, boy
You better leave, boy
Right now

You're just naive, boy
You better leave, boy
Right now

Been hiding as you can
Too weak to even stand
Your bones don't fit your skin no more
Got you crying at the Moon
Begging momma for a room
But she's felt the burn of your love

You're just naive, boy
You better leave, boy
Right now

You're just naive, boy
You better leave, boy
Right now

Got down on your knees to pray
Asking your father in his grave
He whispered, son

Get on your horse and ride
I wanna show you
Where you gonna die

Get on your horse and ride
I wanna show you
Where you gonna die

Get on your horse and ride
I wanna show you
Where you gonna die, whoa

You're just naive boy
You better leave boy
Right now

You're just naive boy
You better leave boy
Right now

You're just naive boy
You better leave boy
Right now

This blessing turned to curse
Your charm worked in reverse
And a love song
That is burnt in my mind

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