Karen Black
Karen Black
Karen Black
Karen Black
Karen Black
Karen Black
Karen Black
Karen Black
Karen Black
Karen Black
Karen Black
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Karen Black
Karen Black
Karen Black
Love peddler, that's what you are
Pretending that close is far
You run around buying hearts of all kinds
Paying with words and parts of your mind
Leaving the best part of you behind
Love peddler, go from my door
Don't pay me your time no more
You think you've won if you've made the best deal
Don't you know, honey, that some things ain't real?
Can't you stop running and just start to feel?
Sweet lover
So cruel, so fair
Don't you see?
Why should I care?