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Some days and nights I just wish you were dead,
Not some hardcore imitation – you only wish you could fool them –
So play hide-and-seek with your Barbie racecar chariot.
It’s a long downside-up ride for two,
But we can make it if we stick it through
Like cheap lovers, all the way, all the way.

I want to feel those innocent hands
Grope the bullets punching you from my head.
We’re fighting temptation with tooth and nail, doesn’t it feel good?
And I want to see your face stain my mattress,
I need to salvage my dignity before I give in to this.
You’re always dressed to kill and for Scarlet.

I want to steal some of your erotic humor,
It just turns me on like crazy, sweet lover.
And oh, the way you foam at the mouth in Webster rhyme –
It’s more than I ever cared to know
And almost as good as the loveliness, oh
That kills you outside in.

You’re so perfect, darling, matching
In the blood kimono you’re bathing in.

Some days and nights I just wish you were alive,
You’re just a hardcore imitation – you can fool all of them –
So play tag-you’re-it with your Barbie racecar chariot.
I know it’s a long ride for you,
And you can’t make even if you stick it through
Like the cheap lover you are, all the way.

I want to feel those ignorant hands
Grope the bullets punching you from my bed.
We’re living temptation with tooth and nail, doesn’t it feel good?
And I want to see your lace stain my mattress,
I need to salvage my sanity before I give in to this.
You’re always dressed to kill and for Scarlet.

I’m dressing you for your rooftop party,
Dance like you can forget today, stupid, stupid, stupid lady,
And slither through the fire ‘cause it just feels so right.
Lick, suck; wear your sweat to keep alive in my hands,
We die today and wake tomorrow to catch the sun in the sand.
Are you sleepy, Cleopatra? We’re waiting on you, eyes closed.
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