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TIM WHEATLEY lyrics : "The Messenger"

She was hotter than the Georgia asphalt
Now her hearts gone cold for me
I used to take the short cut home

Now I play til the last man leaves

Please donâ??t shoot the messenger

Donâ??t you know I come in peace

In an orgy of exaggeration

I always seem to give as good as I get
Form and credence to my agitation
Like a bindi in my foot again


Please donâ??t shoot the messenger
Donâ??t you know I come in peace

Please donâ??t shoot the messenger
But you blew him to smithereens


The woman what done it is too far gone
She and I pass like ship in the night from now on
I took a little trip to bring me back somehow

I sent you a postcard, signed San Francisco by now

Please donâ??t shoot the messenger

Donâ??t you know I come in peace
Please donâ??t shoot the messenger
But you blew him to smithereens

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