| Stills in your pocket, see inside light
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| What do you want me to do?
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| I don’t know my name, and I don’t care for friends
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| How can I take care of you?
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| The stars left, the morning came
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| You know I’m just a good time girl
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| Leaving you lonely, I don’t care at all
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| No, I can’t be good for you
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| I become weary, you won’t get to know me
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| But what you receive will be pure
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| I gave you small doses 'cause my heart’s been wasted
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| And I can’t belong anymore
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| It’s closing time, and the aftermath
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| His heartache’s been coming on slow
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| Warm and he’s curling, our lips are enfolding
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| Gold on my chest as he falls
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| Don’t be imprisoned by judgments and wisdom
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| Come to my lap, be a man
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| I’m off the breast and I’m learning to hunt
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| Regiani, yeah, he’d understand
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| Be bold, but don’t fight me and don’t try to move me, no
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| No need for Rowlands to wake up the dormant
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| The seasons are coming around
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| Stills in your pocket, see inside light
|
| What do you want me to do?
|
| I don’t know my name, and I don’t care for friends
|
| How can I take care of you?
|
| The stars left, the morning came
|
| You know I’m just a good time girl
|
| Leaving you lonely, I don’t care at all
|
| No, I can’t be good for you
|
| I become weary, you won’t get to know me
|
| But what you receive will be pure
|
| I gave you small doses 'cause my heart’s been wasted
|
| And I can’t belong anymore
|
| It’s closing time, and the aftermath
|
| His heartache’s been coming on slow
|
| Warm and he’s curling, our lips are enfolding
|
| Gold on my chest as he falls |