I can't take it
This is gettin' silly
Can't find
She got girls
Girls all over the world
She got men
Every now
Takes her time
Bittersweet
Reads the magazines
She's not meant to read
Switch hi
I'm holdin' my hand out to you
and you're walkin' away
You're
I'm in pieces, bits and pieces
I'm in pieces, bits
Oh, look good in latex
Get off, having rough sex
Surprise, round
I saw him dancin' there by the record machine
I knew
Woe baby you're a nag (Nag nag naggity nag)
You're
What happened to my heroes
They seemed to disappear
The
She said
She knows everything
And she's gonna
Tell on you
Oh yeah
We'll see
The police were waitin' when the sun came up
You
Let me out of your iron grip
I don't want
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