Flea miller - Spoilet milk

Spoilet Milk

Hey, Tina, you walk out that door and you're not looking like you're coming home
Sitting in a jar, above my head
I would fill it with words
Turning them into love that I never knew

I never thought I would be
Stuck in a situation like this
I really want to listen to the key of the horn
Cause the more I see you to pass the point

I've learned how to make good music
There's all the facts of the world
Sitting in my room, can I kill me
But there's not a single man in the know

Why can't you just help me out

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Writer(s): Flea Miller
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