| WOUNDS BELONG TO ME |
|---|
| Lickin' all the wounds belong to me |
| Feeling cut up; |
| back into my tree |
| Oh, how old do you think I am? |
| Oh-oooh-old |
| You’re breathing in the same kind of |
| You’re breathing in the same kind of |
| You’re breathing in the same kind of love |
| Over and over again! |
| You’re breathing in the same kind of |
| You’re breathing in the same kind of |
| You’re breathing in the same kind of love |
| Over and over again! |
| Oh, how old do you think I am? |
| Oh, how old do you think I am? |
