Story Behind the Song
This one's about some one special.
Lyrics
Boy, with your hair a'flame.
You got the rich girl's mysterious ways
of getting what you want.
When I look at you, Your roots need dying
but your too drunk too notice.
Now you've been stuck, deep in a hole,
living on a dead end street,
manipulate everyone you meet.
Your life, should be a crime,
a capital crime, don't you think
you should know better?
You can climb a mountain like you can the moon.
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