Love is a Burning Thing.
I guess I just lost my husband, I don’t know where he went.
A warning sign, I missed the good part then I realized
Every time that I look in the mirror,
Honey, I know you’ve been lonesome,
Unfolding enveloping missiles of soul.
You’ve got your ball, you’ve got your chain,
We are lovers, true and through, and
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