| Two love stories
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| She installed a video camera over her bed in the bedroom
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| No more lonely nights. |
| In a film she once saw, a girl was
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| F**ked by a dog. |
| So she went to the pet store — but felt
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| Stupid — and came home with a goldfish in a plastic bag
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| The fish’s name is 'SuperMan'. |
| He would circle the bowl
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| World in five minutes
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| No more lonely nights
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| No more lonely nights
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| No more lonely nights
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| No more lonely nights
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| This is two love stories
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| She goes to bed with a lipstick and a box of chocolate
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| She read in a book once that chocolate was good both
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| In you and on you for sexual pleasure. |
| SuperMan
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| Watches glossy-eyed, camera staring mute, blinking
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| Encouragingly down at the big bed where she has fallen
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| Asleep, fingers smeared with 'Kissing Red' and melted
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| Chocolate — SuperMan and the remote control still in a
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| Cramped grip
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| No more lonely nights
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| No more lonely nights
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| No more lonely nights
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| No more lonely nights
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| Two love stories
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| For your birthday I’ll give you scissors — shining, silver
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| Sharp! |
| — to cut me open and step right in. You know I am
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| Hot enough to keep you warm when winter comes. |
| Oh, it
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| Would suit you good, it would do you good. |
| You can do
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| It, you’ve done it before! |
| Take my milky white and make
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| Yourself a coat. |
| Cut me open and step right in. I’m sick of
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| Being without you. |
| Believe me, the pain means nothing
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| No more lonely nights
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| No more lonely nights
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| No more lonely nights
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| No more lonely nights
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| Two love stories
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| Infected by your tongue when kissing, the I.V. |
| love shock
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| That took me for a ride never ending. |
| I guess I should have
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| Known that needle’d been around. |
| The disease of loving
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| You spread fast through the blood. |
| I lost everything I had
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| For you. |
| I lost everything I was for you. |
| I used to have a
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| Language. |
| I used to have a name. |
| I used to have a name
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| No more lonely nights… Now I have yours
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| No more lonely nights… Snakebite
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| No more lonely nights… Stabbing
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| No more lonely nights… Sex
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| I wanted to tell two love stories
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| One would be the story
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| The other
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| Would be the story
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| About love |