| Well Mrs. Pharmacist, I insist
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| Fix me up with something quick
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| I’ve been a bad little boy and I think I’m getting sick
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| Sick to the bone
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| Slave to the flesh
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| Better put on my Sunday’s best
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| I’ve been a bad little boy… little boy
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| I’ve got a dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty little secret
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| And I’m not, not, not, sure that I, I wanna keep it
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| So we feed ourselves lies to submit to the shadows
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| Cause we just wanna dance under our pretty perfect halos
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| Everyone’s got a secret
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| Whats yours? |
| whats yours?
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| Don’t be shy, I’ll never repeat it
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| Oh, Mrs. Pharmacist
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| If I resist
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| Lock me up and bind my wrists
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| You’ve been a bad little girl… little girl
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| Close your eyes and listen close
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| I know just how much you love it
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| If you speak you lose your turn
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| So shut your mouth before I fuck it
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| I’ve got a dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty little secret
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| And I’m not, not, not sure that I, I wanna keep it
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| So we feed ourselves lies to submit to the shadows
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| Cause we just wanna dance under our pretty perfect halos
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| Everyone’s got a secret
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| Tell me all about yours
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| Love, hate
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| Oh how we play the game
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| Cold soul
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| No sense of self control
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| Love, hate
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| Unsure to pass or play
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| Cold soul, now we’re out of control
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| Roses are red, and my heart is black
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| We creep about the floor to indulge like rats
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| Enraptured, we walk to nurse our obsession
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| Cause the roles that we play are paved with cruel intentions
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| Well Mrs. Pharmacist, if you insist
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| I’ve got a dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty little secret
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| And I’m not sure that I wanna keep it
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| So we feed ourselves lies to submit to the shadows
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| And I just wanna shake you by your little perfect fucking halo
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| Everyone’s got a secret
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| (What's yours? What’s yours?)
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| And don’t be shy, I’ll never repeat it |