eating me alive, keeping me awake
I never see color as vibrant
as it did when I got to see
Behind cemented feather cracks
and the walls that kept the secret of your
The little lies that we kept in stride
And the haunted long nights
the difference of our age
You don't want the others to know
How we got to fit the angle
of your sculpted features in every way
And you don't want my lovers to know
But to see the ups and downs
and in between's a clarinet
but if you were you'd be better kid
but if you were I'd be your pistol switch
Give me a shot of Jack, honey, honey
Give me a shot of Jack, honey, honey
Stepped outside in your black attire,
an d to the world that you traveled in
and the one that we'd create.
I wanted to know if you were half
How would this corrupt my mind
to get to the hand of time
you'd be better off a kid
I'd be your pistol switch
Give me a shot of Jack, honey
Give me a shot of Jack, honey, honey
Will it be all, will it be all that we get to do?
I doubt Mr. International almost perfect you
So, give me a shot of Jack, honey, honey
But give me a shot of Jack
Honey, honey, give me a shot of you
but if you were I'd be open so sweet
Give me a shot, Jack, honey, honey
Give me a shot, Jack, honey, honey
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