Do my eyes deceive me?
Or is it truly spring time in Paris for that piece of 
shit
I don't care what's true, I don't care what you do
to that jewel stone that you hold in your arms
At the end of the day in heartswarm

I was sick of the rodeo
I was sick of the farm
I was stuck in inside of dreams, coming off something 
pretty strong
And you could've been fair
You could've been ruthless like the other girls in love 
with the war
Down at the summer fair in heartswarm

Dearest darling, no one's in it for the long haul
Look here, Kelly, no one's in it at all
I was coming off something particularly strong
You had your gloves on
They looked fucking brutal as a storm