The Grudge
In your message
A rueful passage
On the grudge you bore
You asked to meet
For that's history
Though she once was yours
So here I wait
It's getting late
Now open flings the door
On your bedside
A photo of my once bride
Don't worry friend, I'm happy for you too
Glide a stone across a old axe
Its blade can cut my mustache
Can cut your neck bone right through
So here I come
Nothing's too sacred for love
Now open flings the door
So here I wait
It's getting late
Now open flings the door
A rueful passage
On the grudge you bore
You asked to meet
For that's history
Though she once was yours
So here I wait
It's getting late
Now open flings the door
On your bedside
A photo of my once bride
Don't worry friend, I'm happy for you too
Glide a stone across a old axe
Its blade can cut my mustache
Can cut your neck bone right through
So here I come
Nothing's too sacred for love
Now open flings the door
So here I wait
It's getting late
Now open flings the door
Credits
Writer(s): Jan Kooiker, Justin Stover
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