Final Kiss
Hey girl, I've got a beautiful idea
Once he's gone, if you're ever pissed
Come and find me, wherever I am
Plant your lips upon my closed fist
I'll keep it that way till I see him next
"Hey pal, how are things going?
I got a message from your old girl
I'm gonna hit ya till some blood's flowing"
And in the moment he's surprised
I'll swing so hard and quick I can't miss
Breaking something, that's for sure
"That was from her; it's your final kiss."
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