Carmel Paradise - Miss Johnson (Audio) video free download

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music & lyrics by Carmel Paradise

production by Ken Coomer

copyright Buckingham Entertainment Group

Scraped knees and daisy chains

Cigarettes and airplanes

Cut up wrists and Band-Aids

Short skirts and all-night cafes

A drive home in the dark

A kiss on every single scar

Just like a song on your guitar

You always said it's in the stars

Oh, oh, where do I go from here?

Oh, oh, as I watch you disappear

Miss Johnson, I'm sorry I can't be more subtle

I'm sorry I can't be more vague

Miss Johnson, clench your fists with those white knuckles

I can see all the guilt in your face

Miss Johnson, you're under Saturday night's little spell

But you wear the morning so well

Stormy eyes and patterned sheets

Memories so bittersweet

In your car's backseat

You're a heartbreak guaranteed

Where it started on the bench

Something I could not prevent

I couldn't see as you snuck in

And weighed my heart down like cement

Oh, oh, we know it's not the end

But oh, oh, you know we can't be friends

Miss Johnson, I'm sorry I can't be more subtle

I'm sorry I can't be more vague

Miss Johnson, clench your fists with those white knuckles

I can see all the guilt in your face

Miss Johnson, you're under Saturday night's little spell

But you wear the morning so well

And if Sunday morning comes around and you want me back

And you try to remind me of the love that we once had

Well, I can forgive, but I'll never forget

That the lips that used to kiss me also sent me to my death

So you're just going to stay with her while you're still in love with me?

Miss Johnson, I'm sorry I can't be more subtle

I'm sorry I can't be more vague

Miss Johnson, clench your fists with those white knuckles

I can see all the guilt in your face

Miss Johnson, you're under Saturday night's little spell

But you wear the morning so well

You wear the morning so

Miss Johnson, you know you tore me to pieces

You know that I'm barely alive

Miss Johnson, but I would go back in an instant

Just to kiss you for one last time

Miss Johnson, you're under Saturday night's little spell

But you wear the morning

You wear the morning so well