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This just in...where to begin |
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Grin and bear it, it's bear and grim |
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Adoration, titillation, i'm the victim now |
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Because she's figured me out |
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She lights my candle, she has a handle on me |
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It's going well but i'm scared as hell |
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That she'll figure me out |
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She thinks it's sacred to be naked |
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But i don't care, 'cause she's had me there |
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You see she's figured me out |
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And i wanna shout at the top of my lungs now |
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But oh my god, if she hears me she'll come running in... |
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These are my hands, these are my faults |
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These are my plans |
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These are my nasty little thoughts |
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I wrote 'em down for you to contemplate |
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At a later date |
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Well the word is out, what's it all about |
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Doubtless shady, no shadow of doubt |
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In moderation, this sensation would be fabulous |
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But she's figured me out |
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She's in my shower for an hour |
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She's just washin' and wonderin' |
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And trying to figure me out... |
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It's a little bit of something that i feel... |
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Oh man, i just can't deal... |
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And other than this distance that has covered me |
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Can't you see that you have smothered me |
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Well, you're out there, just stay out there |
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Just when i was on to something else |
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That's when she figures me out |
