Coraliza

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Coraliza

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Did you think if I was dead, I'd give up trying? Caught in the wake of almost crying And I thought you had a lot of nerve But you don't feel that much Sessions of confessions and a body for a crutch I'll tell you one thing, If you want to know something Somewhere out there is a dutchman's smoke And a dial tone warning Coraliza You're up all night with a bottle of rum I'm asleep in my room with my momentum Did you hear what I said when you turned your shoulder? A whistle you hear, playing dead, you could roll over You dry out your hair and you flush through your eyes Pictures of your man and paranoid crimes The little I can do, I don't know how Whip the other and sock it, get us into aroun' All the prince's lovers couldn't fit the slipper Even the one worn by your mother Coraliza You're up all night with a bottle of rum I'm asleep in my room with my momentum I'm not one of your older men Coraliza I'm asleep again I'm not one of your older men Coraliza

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Credits

Writers
  • Garrick Duckler
  • Elliott Stillwater-Rotter
  • Elliott Smith