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What did you think when you gave that cat a call? Did you think It'd make me want you? Did you think It'd turn me on at all? Well that's exactly what it did that's exactly what it did not do. Did you think that I'd be so hypocritical as to have this gift and use it to be political? At this point, what I think's what I say So go on and burn me at yours 'cause I got nothing left at stake That love you've got save it for your hands. You might act like one but keep it in your pants. Well that's exactly what you did That's exactly what you did not do Oh my patience, don't you abuse it See I got this gun and I'm waiting for an excuse to use it At this point, what I think's what I say So go on and burn me at yours 'cause I got nothing left at stake Letras de canciones Can't help it you're just more visually stimulated Strip bars and magazines stop, my stomach can't tolerate it Who made that lie? I can guess you know some ass in need of excuse to fuck around a hundred years ago My words are the weapons of ten thousand armies ripping my throat to rage with war that you can't understand so still you court me if not as the wife then at least as the whore So to your dismay I must confess that there is gall that drips from the curve of my breast. Did you think that I'd be so hypocritical as to have this gift and use it to be political? At this point, what I think's what I say So go on and burn me at yours 'cause I got nothing left at stake From Letras Mania