Kelly behind those thick mascara eyes
With your bleach blond hair
The cameras caught you in another lie another lie
Georgia on a bleak November day
You got caught looking away from the
wreckage of your dirty games
your dirty games
Do your words mean anything
Are your words echoing the words of the fallen King
Kelly underneath the clear blue skies
And a bright sunrise
You walk right past the picket line
the picket line
Georgia you were never on my mind
Could the the world be so unkind
To bring you here for me to view
Could the the world be unkind
Do your words mean anything
Are your words echoing the words of the fallen King
Kelly behind those thick mascara eyes
With your bleach blond hair
The cameras caught you in another lie another lie
Georgia on a bleak November day
You got caught looking away from the
wreckage of your dirty games
and your dirty games
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