A Brokeheart Pro - Charming f**er lyrics

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A Brokeheart Pro - Charming f**er lyrics

His backlit silhouette's filled with tales Glowing of charming f**er She's a charming f**er himself ya know? His haunting outline's fillin' in with details I'm real proud of He should be real proud of them himself I've gotta stop listening to suicidal songwriters Not that I'm gettin' ideas It's just that they bring me down As deep as this low slung guitar Bow your pretty head Pray to me, yeah pray to me You need a god so bad Don'tcha baby Yeah Pray to me Yeah Pray To me I'm the fire that burns on shadows darker than moods he's swingin' You see I'm a charming f**er myself Ya know? He came to me on a Saturday night And he felt the old religion He knelt before me numb and blind and sighed Don't stop listenin' to suicidal songwriters It's not a bad idea Swinging hard and low like this guitar Bow your pretty head....watch how they surround her Stealing what he knows belongs to only him Leave her as you've found her Bleeding for your every sin Smiling with her sinful grin Selfish fools can't take her in Her tragic heart belongs to him Now bow your pretty head....