Night falls over Kortedala


I saw on TV about this little kid who had a pig for a pet
His mom had once been attacked by a dog
So a pig was the closest thing he could get

This has of course nothing to do with anything
I just get so nervous when I'm talking to you
All I think about everyday is just kissing you
An old feeling that feels refreshingly new


I offered you some chocolate
 You declined so sweetly and commented on my jacket
 "It makes you look like a lumberjack, but are you man enough to wear it?"
I said, "It used to be my grand-grandfather's, what could I do but inherit it?"
My words are just c-c-c-coming out all wrong
I sure could use a little help
 I think I'm gonna drop my cool now
 The best way to touch your heart is to make an ass of myself


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