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 question
I had a great plan, I'm not going to confess it

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