Acollective Stolen Goods song lyrics

Baby girl, you're the loneliest love in the world

You're a temptress that grew up too spoiled and in the morning seems plain

A glorious wreck

A summer day's post-shower sweat

You're stolen goods still with a seal - too good to be real

And I know I said that I won't

You never got the letters I wrote

You keep looking at me, staining my sheets

Pack up your things and get out

I can't stand your taste in my mouth

Baby girl, you listen but don't understand

Your cries become mouldy with ease

Too eager to please

My friends ain't got a thing left to lose

We ain't got that much left to win

So bring 'em right in

And I know I said that I won't

You never got the letters I wrote

You keep looking at me, staining my sheets

Pack up your things and get out

I can't stand your taste in my mouth

They say son don't give up yet because down here they kill for fun