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So she says she's done being a lightbulbGoing off and onI should be carefulBefore I see myself as a flourescentBefore I see myself attached somewhereSo I took a knife to my green eyesSamson's little hell, I go dead blindBack of the brain, iron blood livesSullen in a high-backed chairBut how many gentlemen does it take to screw you in?I will put ice in your glass but I will not pour you a drinkSay those hands didn't belong to any manYou have no idea the predicament we're inI read a little book on the origin of manIt put me right to sleep as only those things canAnd I had a dreamYou were an orangutanYou had emerald flares in both your eyesBut how many gentlemen does it take to screw you in?I will put ice in your glass but I will not pour you a drinkSay those hands didn't belong to any manYou have no idea the predicament we're in From Letras Mania