| Even if you never strayed from me
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| I’d question your fidelity
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| There’d always be a shroud of suspicion
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| And my heart’s a liability
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| With your hands marooned so freshly red
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| You’d wrap your lips around my neck
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| Try and forced to love the thought of me
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| Simple motions make me ill
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| Was it bitter when you tossed and turned
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| On his under cover mattress?
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| Did it feel so good?
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| Hope it felt so good
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| Don’t know what I’d do if you lost sleep over little old me
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| He’s so much better
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| They’re all much better
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| Take off your sweater your shoes and your shirt
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| And get to work
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| Maybe this is just a work of art
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| Scripted players in a play of lust
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| Hope the end is well worth waiting for
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| Everything you wished it be
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| Was it bitter when you tossed and turned
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| On his under cover mattress?
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| Did it feel so good?
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| Hope it felt so good
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| Don’t know what I’d do if you lost sleep over little old me
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| He’s so much better
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| They’re all much better
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| Take off your sweater your shoes and your shirt
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| And get to work
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| Oh my god what have I done
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| Now my darling put your clothes back on
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| Because you can’t be caught red handed if you’re not red handed
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| My darling I would never say those words to you
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| I was pulling out my heart so I could pin it to my sleeve
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| On display for you to see I’m on display
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| (Oh my god what have I done)
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| (Now my darling put your clothes back on)
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| (Now my darling put your clothes back on)
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| Because you can’t be caught red handed if you’re not red handed
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| My darling I would never say those words to you
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| I was pulling out my heart so I could pin it to my sleeve
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| On display for you to see I’m on display
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| (Oh my god what have I done?)
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| (Now my darling put your clothes back on) |