Stolen Goods Songtext
von Acollective

Baby girl, you′re the loneliest love in the world
You're a temptress who grew up too spoiled
And morning seems plain
A glorious wreck
Summer days, post-shower sweat
You′re stolen good, still with a seal
Too good to be real

And I know
'Cause I said that I won't
And you never got the letters I wrote
You keep looking at me, staining my sheets
Pack up your things and get out
Get out, get out
I can′t stand your taste in my mouth


Baby girl, you listen but you don′t understand
And your cries become all to you, a theme
Too eager to please my friends
We ain't got a thing left to lose
We ain′t got that much left to win
So bring 'em right in
I said, bring ′em right in

And I know
'Cause I said that I won′t
And you never got the letters I wrote
You keep looking at me, staining my sheets
Pack up your things and get out
Get out, get out
I can't stand your taste in my mouth
Get out, get out
I can't stand your taste in my mouth


They say, "Son, don′t give up yet"
′Cause you know that down here they kill for fun
They say, "Son, don't give up yet, no"
′Cause you know that down here they kill for fun
And they tell me, "Son, don't give up yet"
Down here they kill for fun
Don′t give up yet, but down here they kill for fun
Get out, don't give up yet, get out, don′t give up yet
Get out, don't give up yet, get out, no, don't give up yet
Get out, don′t give up yet, get out, don′t give up yet
Get out, don't give up yet
I can′t stand your taste in my mouth
Don't give up yet, get out, don′t give up yet
Get out, don't give up yet, get out, no, don′t give up yet
Get out, don't give up yet, get out, don't give up yet
Get out, don′t give up yet
I can′t stand your taste in my mouth