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Too Late

de The Slims

I'm a dealer in an uptown world
Taking favours off a stolen word
Afraid your better days have dropped, off their perch

No forever more
No complaints
No long holidays and something to chase
You’re no choirboy and she, ain’t no scourge

I’ll decline, peace of mind
Rolling overseas like a toothless swine
It’s a shame he ain’t me, it’s a shame you ain’t her

Little baby don’t say a word
There’ll be better men to show you the world, it’s estranged
Fate, you want to meet
Twisted fantasies and one set free
At least that’s why, I'm rolling on
Oh, your treason is a tender song

I'm a preacher to an ugly heard
I’ve been suffocated, kicked to the curb
All will linger on my word, for better or worse

She’s a damsel in distress in a handmade dress
She’s the queen you play in chess with a blade between her breasts
Escape or bring her to your side, which is best

Little baby don’t say a word
There’ll be better men to show you the world it’s estranged
I'm not your fate, you want to see
Two twisted fantasies and one set free
At least that’s why I'm rolling on
Oh, your treason is a tender song

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