I knew you were bad news when mother said
“Honey, a boy like that … he’ll never deny you.”
Now we’re standing here,
Bags of money spilled at our feet.
As the brigade closes in
I let my shuddering breath out,
“We have to run.”
And from beside me the only words
I wish you’d never say …
“Babe, I’d never deny you.”
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