She doesn't like the latest tunes,
and her attitude changes like the weather
Sometimes she acts as if we never
Shared the same room
To her it's just "whatever"
She'll sit herself down on the tube,
and take herself off to wherever
Sure, you've had a lot of "Rainy Nights In Soho"
I'll be waiting when you get home
Down South girl don't be too long
She doesn't like the latest tunes,
and her attitude changes like the weather
Sometimes she acts as if we never
Shared the same room
To her it's just "whatever"
She'll sit herself down on the tube,
and take herself off to wherever
Sure, you've had a lot of "Rainy Nights In Soho"
I'll be waiting when you get home
Down South girl don't be too long
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Frankie Martinelli
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Coracao could reach into your chest, remove your heart, and place it in her own. Simple as that - ignoring the carnage of having your chest penetrated by a foreign hand, heart ripped away from your ribs with subsequent massive fucking blood loss, and another heart reconnected to your loose veins. What was her point in switching your hearts?
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