Girl, you're just like that pretty house With wooden beams, you're facing south You are my shelter, you are my little home
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Girl, you're just like that pretty house With wooden beams, you're facing south You are my shelter, you are my little home Your walls are painted pink and green With a hint of tangerine I see a crack in the window I'm waking up to hold you Your blemishes, all your tragedies are mine