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I Burnt Your Clothes

Rowland S. Howard

I had no knife but myself
It was me I cut but you bled as well
How could I help my dear sweet pretty one?
When I could not put down the gun
And I don't know your name
Sweet baby jane

You'll find it unbelievable
I left you in the hospital
And you don't have a stitch to wear
'Cause the doctors cut the clothes right off your back
And guess what I don't care
About who or what or when or where
And heaven knows

I burnt your clothes
That's it, there's no road left to run
I spilt myself till I had none
I grew thorns upon your path
They struck not at your feet but at your heart
Still don't know your name
Sweet baby jane

You'll find it unbelievable
I left you in the hospital
And you don't have a stitch to wear
'Cause the doctors cut the clothes right off your back
And guess what I don't care
About who or what or when or where
And heaven knows

I burnt your clothes
I howled outside your door
I was the wolf but I'll return no more
This life is black, and running through a
Heart that's cursed, I lost the best
But can I lose the worst?
I'll soon know your name
Sweet baby jane

You'll find it unbelievable
I left you in the hospital
And you don't have a stitch to wear
'Cause the doctors cut the clothes right off your back
And guess what I don't care
About who or what or when or where
And heaven knows

I burnt your clothes
I burnt your clothes
Burnt your clothes
I know your name
Sweet baby jane

Escrita por: Rowland S. Howard