SHAWN MAFIA

SCAB PICKER

04:20
SHAWN MAFIA
2009-06-18
Shawn Mafia

Lyrics

they say true love is only a ghost on the screen

many talk about but a few have seen

every pretty face comes with a string attached

I fell right into your booby trap

you’re a scab picker … picker

won’t leave my wounded heart alone

scab picker … picker

won’t leave my wounded heart

won’t leave my wounded heart

won’t leave my wounded heart alone

if true love was in the cards for you and me

you know I’d even try and part the Red Sea

but you stomp me out like a cigarette butt

kick me to the curb with the other chumps

you’re a scab picker … picker

won’t leave my wounded heart alone

scab picker … picker

won’t leave my wounded heart

won’t leave my wounded heart

won’t leave my wounded heart alone

in a dark, rancid room filled with regret

a table for one is always set

you’re a padlock and I’m the rusted chain

together we lock the gates of love, in vain

you’re a scab picker … picker

won’t leave my wounded heart alone

scab picker … picker

won’t leave my wounded heart

won’t leave my wounded heart

won’t leave my wounded heart alone

so I parked out past Lover’s Lane

and we got down to some back seat games

stuck in fourth gear ever sense that night

all we do is love, curse, drink and fight

you’re a scab picker … picker

won’t leave my wounded heart alone

scab picker … picker

won’t leave my wounded heart

won’t leave my wounded heart

won’t leave my wounded heart alone