| Ferociousness between the sheets to prove that you’re a man
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| You’re flexing hard with rubber arms oh you’re falling apart fast
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| But if you could just get back your 20s
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| Or fuck some of mine out of me
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| Cum your youth
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| Or spit and spew
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| Your vile between my knees
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| Show me what you think I’m worth to you
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| Let’s make three wishes and hope that one comes true
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| Just
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| Fuck me for my budding self esteem
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| It’s worth more to you
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| Than it will ever be to me
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| And if it’s my body that you want
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| Well
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| No one’s ever called me a tease
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| A small glance a tiny gesture
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| It’s all that I need
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| And
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| Those
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| Bar guys with their starry eyes
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| They’re not going anywhere
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| And those angels in their winter coats
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| They’re still trying to get in here
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| And substance abuse is for the youth
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| I’m just being who I am
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| Settled in to the bitter end
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| I can hear them building my cross now
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| Are you
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| Fucking me or my body image
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| Here’s some pictures go have fun with them
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| I taste a little bile in your kiss
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| I taste a little desperation in this situation
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| And it turns you on
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| To know that I’ll be gone
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| While you wade in your sin and redemption
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| How does it feel to be disciplined
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| How does it feel to be so undesirable
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| Throw up when you feel full
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| Being pretty is the only thing that we should be worried about
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| Look how they look at you now
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| See how they look at you now
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| They tried to plant the seed of faith in calorie counters and small plates
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| Portion control is your soul
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| You could look just like that
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| If heaven was a star lit parking lot binge of denial
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| All the bartenders said you look pretty tonight
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| Ain’t that nice
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| Well that’s what you wanted |