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Hey, |
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She's wicked, delightful, bright and spiteful, |
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Not to be trifled with mid-cycle (?) |
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She may be slight but she can be frightful |
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Known to fire lovers in a quiet disciple |
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Side of her full thighs eyes makes my blood pound around (?) |
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And I can't hear nothing but the rushing sound |
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Face down, [...] on the crown of my head |
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Bound tight to an idea that drags me down |
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And I'ma never be found inside of sense again |
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The phone ring and I have no defense again |
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Intense to end all intensity |
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My propensity may be the death of me |
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You see |
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Propensity may be the death of me |
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You see... |
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Hey, |
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I'm in love with another man's woman |
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Cancerous what I'm doing |
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Didn't plan for this |
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Never before felt so amorous |
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Or frightened of people with cameras |
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Anybody who stands with us |
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Will be damned with us |
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Head stuck in the sand with us |
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Others abandon us |
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Even friends telling me I will never be believed again |
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And what's scandalous |
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Not a trace of remorse, even then, |
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Even when all my floors are exposed |
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Still showed (?) the shed clothes on the floor again |
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And again, and again... |
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And again, and again... |
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Hey, |
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My world has contracted end to end |
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My friends are subtracted |
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The only feeling is a numbness |
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Waiting for the phone to ring |
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Start my heart to beating (?) |
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The blood in my veins seen (?) |
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If it's not you I just resume my pacing (?) |
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Up and down, frustrated [...] |
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I can't [...] the way I'm aching |
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Till I get my fix my body won't quit shaking |
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Check the telephone connection, make sure it's working |
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[...] tear my skin (?) |
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People keep knocking but they can't come in |
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It's like the walls of my mind are falling in |
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And all I can think about is more linen |
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On my bed all day I ignore women offering a path way from affliction |
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But I'm in love with my addiction |
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You see... |
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People keep knocking but they can't come in... |