Sweet Caroline from Other People by Slight Of

You spend the nights putting money in our pockets
And in the morning I wait up for you
I don't mind waiting outside
With your kid in the back, my feet up on the dash
When our wallet's in the black
That's the day we paint her bedroom blue

A bat of your lash can make a grown man cry
You never give any more and you charge 'em for your time
And the cops don't mind, they're at the front of your line
They're knocking at your door, coming back for more
I told my mom we don't say 'whore'
But she still won't let us spend the night

Oh, you're my Sweet Caroline
We get your pills on the government's dime

And the rest we deal in cash
Lord I hope these savings last
From all these broken men you're working on
When no one other will
I guess we all gotta pay the bills

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