| I cannot say 'oh sweetness' like he could
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| and I cannot play a lullaby like it should
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| I used to cry but now I have to laugh
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| because she’s got that torment to a fine art
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| smart like a foxy, and craf-ty-as-a-cat
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| I’m lookin up as I’m lyin' on my back
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| bite the beast if I want a big piece of the pie
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| but she’s taken the feast in the blink of an eye
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| I can-not-jus-ti-fy what’s going on
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| it feels so right when it seems so wrong
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| like a plot hatched in the sweet spot of that trap
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| ask what she’s schemes, she say 'oh this and that'
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| then she snaps like a camera in black with a flash
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| puts the drum in drama, and the hand in the clap
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| she’s a map with no bearings attached — no
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| safety-in-this-match, fire you can’t catch
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| then zap I was struck by that bolt before dawn
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| then by breakfast honey we was signed and sworn
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| CHORUS:
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| I’ll give you all night movie marathon and a triple espresso so you can stay
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| awake
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| it might be late — but it’s never too late for that lovin' my sexy babe
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| something always telling me ' save your prayers before dawn'
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| cos what happens when I’m with you makes me shake my head then smile and yawn
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| I’m worn out but I’m beaming, and it seems that we are dreamy
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| as we head out through that strange old morning door
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| This game is no game but it’s played all the same
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| and I love it even if it makes me deranged
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| it’s like tears in the rain, burning spears in my brain
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| cause me pain sometimes make me drained
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| but I cannot complain
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| — mad the ugly good and bad
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| had some happy with my sad and some tricks in my bag
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| when it’s run amok like a bull that just bucked
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| when it’s down it’s a drag and you fight with no partner to tag
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| — at times I would dive in the sea to escapr from the rising and crashing malea
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| drink tea with a fat fish and find a golden key
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| then rise to the surface and open my baby
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| and maybe she’d say 'we are crazy' the two of us together like Melbourne weather
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| be like balls in a maze see we rolling along in obcurity
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| but when we meet in the middle say mmm it’s a treat
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| dramatically, ecstatically, indefatigably, sex-o-matically
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| CHORUS:
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| She give me… |