| You say you are quiet because you lack food
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| I delight in your entree and watch as you chew
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| Now that your steak must be well on it’s way
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| Through ten feet of intestines you still have nothing to
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| Nothing to say
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| I made you the offer to speak of your thirst
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| But your smirk was enorous and your hands well rehearsed
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| You were blue with the moonlight and wet with compari
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| Said 'we've only got a month so let’s get busy'
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| You were so gentle a decade ago
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| As I nursed you with spirits at 18 years old
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| Now I’m a woman and i’ve traveled too
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| I would like to be more than some charm that you use
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| You’ve studied religions, traveled the world,
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| Collected artifacts, collected girls
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| Wish I was your brother, so that we could hang
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| So that I could know you
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| You beautiful beautiful thing
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| A kiss to your left cheek a kiss to your right
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| I move to your third eye and you pull away
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| Where does your god live? |
| Where do you go?
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| You said god is in everything except my clothes
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| You are a player and I am a flirt
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| But I am looking for better I want to go deeper
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| I want to know more
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| You’re writing a fairytale and in it is truth
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| She is an old hag that’s toothless and bruised
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| The twist in the tale is in her last request
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| She says give me a sugarcoat when of me they ask
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| She is your daughter, she is your muse
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| She’s in your drawings and she is in you
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| And I know you love her
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| I know you do
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| You beautiful
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| Beautiful
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| Thing |