Before I go to you I never wash my neck...
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'Cause when the music starts it goes straight to my head...
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And I break out in pale...
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You better bring your fork and knife...
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Till we see eye to eye...
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'Cause I'd rather stuff your face than hear another lie...
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Learn to sit still, learn to stay...
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I'm as hopped-up with the up and down as you're slow on the uptake...
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Under the words is what you heard...
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Wait right here for me's exactly what he said...
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'Course I'm too busy sitting down...
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There are fishes that are stronger than my legs...
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Can't wait to drown...
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You'd better bring your fucking knife...
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Till we see eye to eye...
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'Cause I'd rather cut your buttons off than be caught in a lie...
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Before I come to you I never wash my lips...
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'Cause when the music starts it goes straight to my hips and I break out in pale...
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Pale
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Kristin Hersh |