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Text: Robbie Williams. Soundtrack Exclusives & Rarities. Cursed.

Dig your polished nails into the dirt
Rip your skirts off, wipe the hurt off
You know it tears my heart out when you
Flirt with danger and any stranger

You're not as stupid as I look
Before I could read, you wrote the book

Cursed, since your birth, dear
And you worst fears have all come true

Found my head when I got my first tattoo
Thought I was naked when I penetrated
Told everyone I'd slept with you
Thought you liked it or you would've denied it

Saint Peter's gonna be unfaithful
Tell God, He's got a dirty angel

Cursed, since your birth, dear
And you worst fears have all come true

Babe, you're not the first
You are cursed, dear
'Cause I'm still here
And I'm cursed too, cursed like you

Hush, baby sleep now
We all love you, we always did

Cursed since your birth, dear
And you worst fears have all come true

Babe, you're not the first
You are cursed, dear
'Cause I'm still here
And I'm cursed too, cursed like you

Hush, baby sleep now
We all miss you, we always will