Lyrics

Oh my, get you heartache out of my sight Said your mother to you as a child It never felt right Never felt right But me like a little one got to admit I confused that whip with a shovel Me like a little one got to admit I confused that whip with a shovel And I'll dig, dig, dig Oh my, get your plain face out of my mind Said that stranger to you as a child It never felt right An elegant knife But me like a little one got to admit I confused that whip with a shovel Me like a little one got to admit I confused that whip with a shovel And I'll dig, dig, dig, dig Dig, dig, dig, dig Dig, dig, dig But me like a little one got to admit I confused that whip with a shovel Me like a little one got to admit I confused that whip with a shovel And I'll dig, dig, dig
Writer(s): Thomas Calder Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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