Acollective - Stolen Goods lyrics

Baby girl, you're the loneliest love in the world You're a temptress that grew up too spoiled and in the morning seems plain A glorious wreck A summer day's post-shower sweat You're stolen goods still with a seal - too good to be real And I know I said that I won't You never got the letters I wrote You keep looking at me, staining my sheets Pack up your things and get out I can't stand your taste in my mouth Baby girl, you listen but don't understand Your cries become mouldy with ease Too eager to please My friends ain't got a thing left to lose We ain't got that much left to win So bring 'em right in And I know I said that I won't You never got the letters I wrote You keep looking at me, staining my sheets Pack up your things and get out I can't stand your taste in my mouth They say son don't give up yet because down here they k** for fun