| I’m getting hickeys from my bed bugs
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| I’m getting busy with a bad perfume
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| I’m sticking kisses to a pen drug
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| I’m making friction with a sad vaccuum
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| I’m getting jiggy with a rifle
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| I pull the trigger with my eyes closed
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| Hoping to hit you somewhere vital
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| And when I miss, you come and kiss me with a smile
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| I’m having sex with a ghost 'cause she knows I’m alone
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| She’s a freak in the sheets, play it cool, I’m sleeping with a ghoul
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| The only time I ever see her
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| Is when she’s behind me in the mirror
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| Even from a distance I can hear her
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| Try to listen, but her whispers make my ears hurt
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| And on our dates, it’s never daytime
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| When she gets playful with a steak knife
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| I need a break, maybe I’ll take five
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| Shake it up and medicate, maybe I’ll take five
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| I’m having sex with a ghost 'cause she knows I’m alone
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| She’s a freak in the sheets, play it cool, I’m sleeping with a ghoul
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| I’m having sex with a ghost 'cause she knows I’m alone
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| She’s a freak in the sheets, play it cool, I’m sleeping with a ghoul |