Martha Hill

Martha Hill - Grilled Cheese lyrics

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My baby messes me around 
Yeah she don’t love me anymore
And I know that for sure.
She put her hands in the air
Then the air turned sour
We stood like that for an hour. x2

When my baby makes me grilled cheese
She puts raw onion on it
But she knows I don’t want it.
So I pick them off
And then she’s mad at me
She tells me I’m a control freak.

Baby I still go for gold
I still go for gold.
Baby I still go for gold
I still go for gold.

I drink your kerosene
But I don’t like it when your mean.
Oh oh oh ooh.
I borrow your light
Set fire to my mind.
Oh oh oh ooh.

My baby messes me around 
Yeah she don’t love me anymore
And I know that for sure.
She put her hands in the air
Then the air turned sour
We stood like that for an hour.

Baby I still go for gold
I still go for gold.
Baby I still go for gold
I still go for gold.

I drink your kerosene
But I don’t like it when your mean.
Oh oh oh ooh.
I borrow your light
Set fire to my mind.
Oh oh oh ooh.

I walk into the room, and I’m a stranger
I wish that we could feel better.
Let’s talk it out cause I can’t do without you
I wish that we could feel better. x2

My baby messes me around 
Yeah she don’t love me anymore
And I know that for sure.
She put her hands in the air
Then the air turned sour
We stood like that for an hour. x2

My baby messes me around 
Yeah she don’t love me anymore
(I wish that we could feel better)
She put her hands in the air
Then the air turned sour
(I wish that we could feel better)
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Language: English

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