I have a thorn in my side
And now there’s a whole
My stitches are coming undone
And you can see,
I’m not made of gold
Tarnished copper, is all that I am
Throw me away
Like every other penny,
You’ve used, you’ve abused
I understand
If you don’t love me anymore
The thorn in my side will just,
Dig a little deeper
And my stitches, my stitches
Will forever remain sore |