| You watch me close like a prisoner
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| Only feed me bread and water
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| Cause I’ve got one last chance to hold you
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| Have you seen me in my prison clothes?
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| Have you seen me in my
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| Why don’t you just come around
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| And undo another button on your blouse
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| These days, you know, I rarely leave the house
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| And I hate the thought of you
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| I hate the thought of you missing out
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| And there’s barely a crease on my pillow
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| Cause in the borstal I sleep so shallow
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| Last chance for a beating from the boys
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| This is the last time, I swear, never again
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| Never again, Well, at least until tomorrow
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| Why don’t you just come around
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| And undo another button on your blouse
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| These days, you know, I rarely leave the house
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| And I hate the thought of you
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| I hate the thought of you missing out |