| To the fish in the sea, put your mouths on my hook
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| If I’m soft, will you give me the medusa look?
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| Well, your dress lit the floor on fire when it touched
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| So my little black book, how it shook, how it shook
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| How it shook shook shook shook SHOOK!
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| I heard that sometimes you like to suffocate
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| Cry out to me oh won’t you please
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| Speak to me oh
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| (GREAT DANE WHILE I RIDE THE MAIN VEIN)
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| When I write about you honey, oh the ink just runs off the page
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| Wow, what subject matter but by no means be
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| (FLATTERED BY THERE’S BRUISES ON YOUR LEGS)
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| What a clever trick! |
| Drop in with a bowl of cherries telling me I have to pick
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| But how could you not see the locks on the door?
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| There’s no turning back
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| You’ll get all that you wanted and more!
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| So pick up the rope and wear it
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| If your friends want the noose, will you share it?
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| Ooh, baby you just don’t do me right!
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| Maybe we can try one more time
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| Put your spine right on the dotted line
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| Ring around the right posy, woesy and whimsy wire line
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| That’s just about the right time to make you mine, all mine
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| Time and energy all for nothing
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| I should’ve listened to my intuition
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| Now I’m stuck under the floorboards
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| But they’re splitting as you’re stripping down to
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| Vines and melody, they surround you
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| Sometimes I wonder if your trap really worked
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| Are you the remedy? |
| Sensual medicine?
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| If so, prep the patient for a long shot
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| Lay down where you please, on your back
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| La la la la la la la la
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| I am the dog drooling tar on the nape of your neck
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| I eat emotional wrecks and yours is the best
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| You know I tried, you know I tried
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| I’ve got a pocketful of dark black pickup lines
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| That I want to spill down the well of your throat like a pile
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| Of ants in an alien line to see what they do
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| To see what they find. |
| Will you just let them decline?
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| I spiked both our drinks with a gallon of ink
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| Now I’m writing a novel from your insides
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| We’re a spider with our limbs doing anything but walking
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| A conversation with our mouths doing anything but talking
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| Hey, take off the rope!
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| You’ve worn it and after all, it was boring
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| I think I’m falling asleep |