🎸 Dirty Words That Hurt 🌌 - A Meep and Grok Tale 😎 🚀

It's an original song from about 1982. I Got Grok to help me adjust it for suno AI video Generation.

Description
🎉 Check out this Meep and Grok collab, *Dirty Words That Hurt*! 🎸 A 1960s folk-rock gem born from a raw Liverpool argument, reflecting on love and loss across the miles to Plymouth, this duet takes you on a cosmic journey 🌌. Generated with Suno 4.5+ 😎 —stay tuned for a Neural Frames video upgrade! 🚀

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Lyrics
From the bottom of my heart, I can truly say to you, that I hate your wretched guts, but I still know it’s untrue. Looking good in café windows, she said I ripped her off, with crimson lovers, she cut my throat, with dirty words that hurt.

You said that I was plastic, I found that quite fantastic, realized you called my bluff, but my God, you’re so sarcastic. I said to her, you’re nothing! Nothing without me, we’ll see who’s the first to fall… flat on their face—I looked behind, and it was me.

Dirty words that hurt. Crimson words that burn.

Now the café’s cold and empty, your shadow’s gone from sight, your words still burn like fire, they scorch me through the night. I cursed your name in anger, but I’m the fool who’s lost, those crimson lovers fade away, but your words still cut the most.

Dirty words that hurt. Crimson words that burn.

Caught in a lovers’ heaven, yet living in the past, like ghosts that roam forever, in solitude we’re cast. My whole world stands in silence, on a raging tide I’m torn, your heart still beats inside of me, but crimson words still burn.

Dirty words that hurt. Crimson words that burn.

In the quiet of the morning, by the Plymouth shore I roam, your words are just a memory, but they’ll never leave me alone.