| What I did to your daughter last night…
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| The things that she begged for when I turned off the light…
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| If I told you, what would you do, that I knew that you’d done all those things
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| that I did, too?
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| I’m alive in the straight world
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| This is life in the straight world
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| Light of my light, fire of my loins
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| My sin, my soul, the tip of my tongue
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| It’s not just this mattress we have to share
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| It’s the gag, the guilt, the lust that you buried in her
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| I’m alive in the straight world
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| This is life in the straight, straight, straight world
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| There’s no lovers
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| There’s not even friends
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| Everybody’s just a body in the end
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| We’re not family
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| No, we’re not even friends
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| We’re just bodies to bruise, to bend, to break, to borrow and lend
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| It’s the twist of the sheets
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| The smell of cheap cologne
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| It’s the daughters we father so we’re not sleeping alone
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| In the straight world
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| In the straight, straight world
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| I’m alive
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| This is life
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| In the straight, straight, straight, straight world |