Anthony Oscar - Used to It

My best friend's got snakes in her pockets
She has got a real hard time digging for change
And her brain is fried and her heart is a bleeding, bloody mess
But that's the worst of it...
She's got real good friends
In real high places
Never forgets a face
But every time that she meets you
She will call you by a new name
Just get used to it

And get used to love
It's only confusing when you're bruising from the slightest touch
And your fingers hold fast to a hand you are losing
Just fold before you lose too much

My girl's got electric lips
Fire in her hips and a real quick whip
That will snap you into place
Wipe a smile clean off your face
Turn and walk away and leave you with a touch of grace

So get used to love...

Written by:
Anthony Ford

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