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The cocaine bag, and your lovers numbers, hid in the bottom of our baby's crib, I've never asked for what you have given, and I can't take it for another day. And if you say I've become a stranger, in this house that I built for you, I would ask you to reconsider, your rendezvous out on Lake Pontchartrain. I have been wronged and I have been mad, I have planned violence in the face of love, I tore the wires, and left them tattered, I swear the both of you won't make it back. Hey, Hey. I never knew why men would turn to violence, then I met you and it came all too clear, The whiskey, whining, and constant lying, and the cheating in our very own bed. I have been wronged and I have been mad, I have planned violence in the face of love, I tore the wires, and left them tattered, I swear the both of you won't make it back. Hey, Hey. So cheating men and cheating women, Don't deserve half of what they tore away. Just a brief float, in my old johnboat, and blow them up upon the Pontchartrain, I have been wronged and I have been mad, I have done murder in the face of love, I tore the wires, and left them tattered, Lord knows the both of you won't make it back. Hey, Hey. Fire on the Pontchartrain. I'll watch the rising flame, and make a toast, and then I'll buy myself a brand new boat. Fire on the Pontchartrain. Such a beautiful light...for such a beautiful lie. (*2) That night on the Pontchartrain, I saw you leaving in the pouring rain, Turned my head and I count to ten, Now I want you back again. Such a beautiful light...for such a beautiful lie. Oh, it's a beautiful life. |