| She’s got style
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| she rips it off my back and puts it on her coat hook
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| She won’t smile
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| you’d best avert your eyes and not give her a second look
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| Things she wants
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| not a companion but some pages in her journal
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| Things go wrong
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| we started equal but it got way too paternal
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| She wants a coat made of my leather, and my fur, and my nails
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| She’s always cold despite the weather, she needs sun, she’s so pale
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| You think she’s had enough, it’s not enough, she always wants more
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| She always wants more of my leather, and my fur, and my nails.
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| Things she wants
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| not a companion but some pages in her journal
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| Things go wrong
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| I wouldn’t dare to all but keep it all internal
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| You can’t realize the danger that I’m in If she calls me, I’m not home
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| Take me out of water, shrink me in the dryer
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| Strut around and let the world know what disaster means
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| Take me out of water, shrink me in the dryer
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| I don’t suit my skin. |