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Someone started a rumor saying Scars are made of rope But you didn't tell your hands to tie that knot around your throat Isadora Duncan, is it convertibles you crave? Decisions make, decisions break And enter in your grave My neck, my neck She's a total wreck Hands up baby, table dancing Numb that little heart Smashing glass and talking loudly How'd you get so smart? Tell the men just what you crave Some you give and some you take Laced up, summed up Never thought you'd actually cave My neck, my neck She's a total wreck My neck, my neck She's a total wreck I'm not that skinny or tall I'm not that skinny or tall Letras de cancionesThis is redressing a wrong I'm not that skinny or tall My neck, my neck She's a total wreck My neck, my neck She's a total wreck My neck, my neck From Letras Mania