Decadent picture of you in nude, sits on my shoulder
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whispers in my ear, makes me feel prude
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obscene gesture makes me feel filthy, makes you feel guilty,
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still can't help it , let's just sink, degradation
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Naive pretensions, nowhere discussion
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I pity the downfall, I pity the sarcasm
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you're lips are sealed, you know how it feels?
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comfortable apartment, in a comfortable chair
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a lock of goldilocks, a lock of bear
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your lips are poisonous, that's what destroys us
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But I don't know what I want her to do
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can't figure out what I'm supposed to do
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seems like all that it's coming to
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I don't know what I want us to do
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Virginity is bound to fail at the altar
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the groom is empty, stuffed up with candy
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the sheets are soiled, olive oil?
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we're oh so pretty and we're oh so young,
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digging your eyelid, singing a song:
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I want you on top, I want you because..
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But I don't know what I want her to do
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can't figure out what I'm supposed to do
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seems like all that it's coming to
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I don't know what I want us to do
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I Don't Know What I Want Us To Do
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| Peter Bjorn And John |
