Cheap shot hocked to the ear drum Is it some sick sign of affection Violated and signed with deciet Disgust from my head to my hands to my feet yeah Your face it gives a foul taste Whatever smiling crying or denying I see your motives and you're charged with fraud by me So take a hint and leave
I loved you while he was in you in the shower Did injoy and ecstasy your eyes begin to water
And if I may stop by when you're living in the next town ten years down the road A good time for a dime and a crushed cigarette Making bets with your body on the avenue Look into my eyes you say and you'll see nothing but sincerity Almost as if you've got some hope that you'll enlighten me You're a head case story
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