Meat Loaf - Souvenirs

Baby, I think it's over
The end is finally near
Don't wanna talk about it anymore
I see it all so clear
So pack your bags and move on out
There ain't nothin' for you here
I think you know it's over too
So why not disappear?

Wait a minute, baby, what's that you say?
You really don't think it's fair
To send you outside into the cold, cold night
You poor, poor girl, I don't really care
'Cause you've been cold to me so long
I'm cryin' icicles instead of tears
So pack your bags and move on out
There ain't nothing for you here

Baby, I know it's over
I got a last idea
Don't want you to leave me empty-handed
I agree that wouldn't be fair
Take along a little something to remember me by
A little something to show that I care

Oh step right up, you poor little girl
Step right up, you poor little girl
Step right up, you poor little girl
Take your souvenir

Oh step right up, you poor little girl
Step right up, you poor little girl
Step right up, you poor little girl
Take your souvenir




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