Karen, please come back I miss the kids

Karen, please, come back, I miss the kids
Karen, please, come back, I miss the kids
How old's he again, 24?
Is he still your yoga instructor?

Karen, I don't have a bed anymore
I sleep on a futon on the hardwood floor
Can you blame me? I'm quite poor
Why'd you have to be such a whore?

And I will write you songs
'Til my lungs fall out
'Til you hear me out
She took the fucking kids
Please, hear me now
All I want's for you to listen

Karen, I keep your hair in the drain
A li'l piece of you that still remains
Sometimes I stroke it

My pain burns hot as my torch
Placed outside your door
Now you'll see why you're a-
Nope, already done that one
I'll die in ritual fire
Tear my world apart
Like you did to my heart, oh

Karen, please, come back, I miss the kids
Was my arson not enough to convince you?
Give me back my son
So I can stop sending you my porn
So open up your door

Karen, I've been thinking
Karen, I know I've been bad
Probably shouldn't have killed your dad
But, is it really grounds for divorce? (Karen!)
No
No
Is it, is this on?



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Writer(s): William Gold
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