19

Baby, 19
are your years
and your collection

You have as many boyfriends
as girlfriends God has had

Baby, I wasn't
the one who sent you to kill
you misunderstood
I didn't want to hurt you

Well baby you misunderstood
I didn't want to kill
ours

And in the loneliness
of my emotional issue
I had a great plan
I'm not going to confess

Well baby you misunderstood
I didn't want to kill
ours, ours

Well baby you misunderstood
I didn't want to kill
ours, ours, ours