| She opens up and pulls you in, dabs a napkin on your chin
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| She’s like an ornament on a hood, does the mambo like a piece of wood
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| Taking you under, taking you under, for the duration
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| The creamy liquid of your heart the vital substance that was part
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| Of every beat and rhythm that has come unglued and riven
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| Taking you under, taking you under, beyond sensation
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| How could you lose so many things your keys your car your diamond rings?
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| The very things that gave you inspiration
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| How could you get sucked up like that how could you get so fucked up
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| And let her treat you like an aberration
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| It’s a character, character assassination
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| The monkey’s paw and the powdered tusks the chicken feet and the corn husk Em
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| The Spanish fly and the ginseng root the snake oil and the lotus shoot Am
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| Ran out of magic, ran out of magic and stimulation
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| How could you lose yourself like that? |
| It seemed so pure and violent
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| Until she hit you up for small change and devastation
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| How could you allow yourself to rot? |
| Now you’re vacant that’s your lot
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| Now you’ve got to stop this disintegration
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| Like a character character assassination
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| Intro doo doos
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| How could you drops so many balls? |
| How could you blow so many calls?
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| And take so many falls and still keep on tripping
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| How could you miss so many shots? |
| How could you write so many plots?
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| And wind up with a book that’s less than gripping
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| You drop her hand like a dead leaf steal her heartbeat like a thief
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| Crush the bones beneath her skin the marrow and the calcium
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| Now you’re under, now you’re under investigation
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| For a character, character assassination
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| Doo doos, fade |