[Verse]
It was all a game
When you lost your maiden name
Like a piece of cellophane
Across your fucking brain
And it's my claim to fame
That I was totally framed
And free of all the blame
When it comes to your name
[Bridge]
I don't wanna hate you
But I'm all soaked up in pain
It's so unbecoming on me when
I have to say her name
[Chorus]
Falling from the hearts of lovers who have made out
I was one of those for sure
You found your man, I found my woman
We have made out
There will always be a shore
That, I'm sure
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