The Painted Roses - Vice

I got a weak man's disease
I got a shakin' in my poor poor knees
Wont ya take me out back put me out my misery
But don't you go 'round missin' me

We all got a vice baby mine is the worst
Gonna try to kick it soon but I need a taste first

There's a clown up at the bar
He's gonna try to whisk you away, in his tiny clown's car
Well you and I both know he can't take you too far
Wherever you go there you are

We all got a vice baby mine is the worst
Gonna try to kick it soon but I need a taste first

Vice
I got a hole to fill
Vice
Gonna beg borrow steal for a little bit of
Vice
Got me askin sweet and kind
Vice
Wont please please be my
Vice

You're like a shot in the arm yeah
You're like a bone in my yard yeah
You're like a bowed head a bended knee
You're like an apple in the snake's tree

You got a neckline full of pearls
But in my eyes you're just the same old little girl
When the deep dark layers of your soul start to unfurl
Just like the yellow ribbon in your bouncy curls

We all got a vice baby mine is the worst
Gonna try to kick it soon but I need a taste first

Written by:
Cole Stocker

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