| The cramp that keeps my knees pinned to my chest is here to stay
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| I pout my lower lip to a cherub’s width I need sympathy
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| I’m not light of heart below my red skin and both vengeance lays
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| I stand stiff and straight, a schoolboy’s pose, it’s your man they’d say
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| Blame the red pirate of the prairie
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| I got a scent that comes with my skin, it makes your brow furrow
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| I introduce your smile you taught to me, slow and formal
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| You grab me by my scalp, scrub to rid my smell, cleanse your garage portholes
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| You quit me of your grip, strike a regal pose, and claim my life alone
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| Blame the red pirate of the prairie
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| You wonder at the coin pierced through my nose, I blush a deeper red
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| I say it’s tradition, you say not no more, as you shake your head
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| I wear your second-hands that you hand me down, a cover I can’t shed
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| I should be thankful for your heartfelt
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| When I drive you home, I open your back door, say «Sir, goodnight»
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| I scratch and crawl while you’re in your bed and I ignite my light
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| Searching where you sat, claim all your loose change, whisper «It's my right»
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| Then I fall asleep, my bed’s your backseat, doors make it tight
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| Blame the red pirate of the prairie |