| Why can’t we rearrange the tectonic plates?
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| There’s another painted woman at the foot of the stage
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| Blue eyes, black thighs, you don’t give a damn
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| As every cheek in this room prepares to give you a hand
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| Cheap beer and moonlight were never enough
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| And every time I cried wolf, you had to call my bluff
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| You’d start to call me more fashionable names
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| I chipped my teeth on the wedding day
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| Bang, bang, bang goes the front door
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| And bang, bang, bang goes my heart to the floor
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| You’d be a liar if you settled for more
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| Oh, these are the plights of the ever-unsure
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| If we do this your way, it’ll never be through
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| We’ve got a lot to say and even less to do
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| Bloodlust is the ticket and contrition is fraud
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| You’ll have a hell of a time crawling back to the start
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| Build me a cradle and make it swing deep
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| And you can tell all the neighbors that I just went to sleep
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| You’d be a liar if you settled for less, oh
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| You’d be a liar if you settled for less, oh
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| You’d be a liar if you settled for less, oh
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| So just cut off my hands and watch me try to undress |