Filthy Magazines

When I look back now it's plain to see
You were meant for me
We'd walk these ditches side by side
High on being free
We'd find boots and bottles in the ditch
And filthy magazines
We sold the bottles, kept the boots
And read those magazines

And you asked me then
If you were pretty, too

You might've been a big woman but I needed you

Well we ended up in a summer storm
Behind the curling rink
I wish I could remember what it was
That make me blink
When I opened my eyes and looked around
You were nowhere to be seen
The wind blew you away
Just like those filthy magazines

I should'a told you then
You were pretty, too

You might've been a big woman but I needed you

Ten years seems to go so fast
It wasn't that long ago
You held me in your arms
Like you would never let me go
I still close my eyes when I'm all alone
And see you in my dreams
I don't know why I had to read
Those filthy magazines

I should'a told you then
You were pretty, too

You might've been a big woman but I needed you

Should'a told you then
You were pretty, too

You might've been a big woman but I needed you



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