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She's got style |
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she rips it off my back and puts it on her coat hook |
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She won't smile |
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you'd best avert your eyes and not give her a second look |
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Things she wants |
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not a companion but some pages in her journal |
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Things go wrong |
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we started equal but it got way too paternal |
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She wants a coat made of my leather, and my fur, and my nails |
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She's always cold despite the weather, she needs sun, she's so pale |
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You think she's had enough, it's not enough, she always wants more She always wants more of my leather, and my fur, and my nails. |
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Things she wants |
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not a companion but some pages in her journal |
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Things go wrong |
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I wouldn't dare to all but keep it all internal |
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You can't realize the danger that I'm in |
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If she calls me, I'm not home |
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Take me out of water, shrink me in the dryer |
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Strut around and let the world know what disaster means |
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Take me out of water, shrink me in the dryer |
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I don't suit my skin. |
