Ashley!
Are you running around?
Now you’re crying at a bloody murder
Ashley!
Are you bumming around?
You are crying on my cold shoulder
You used to dangle my heart with your puppet strings
You dangled your desires right in front of my face
You let me to the well but wouldn’t let me drink
Swallowing my pride and I never even got the taste
But time comes around and I’m not so naive
I’ve finally lost touch cause you’re so out of reach
You say that you’re fine but I know that you ain’t
You’re looking like hell and you’re no fucking saint
Ashley!
Are you running around?
Now you’re crying at a bloody murder
Ashley!
Are you bumming around?
You are crying on my cold shoulder
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