Rumplestitchkin - so-called lyrics

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<b>so-called</b> by <i>Rumplestitchkin</i><br />Make a pile

your sun sets laughing

odds on success

I'm a pornographic lighthouse, stuffed with your mess

could I make her holler, trash her high hopes I guess

I'm a so called classic coward.

Lovely she said

I'm a small man pushing you...

throw it down the drain pipe

lost in anger she said

building up the pieces

trash her high hopes I guess

like a big distortion whamming inside my head

I'm a so called classic coward.

Lovely she said

I'm a small man pushing you...