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You can get into my bed, but you won't know itYou can get under my skin, but I won't show itWith all the stupid yokels trying to get a piece of meWhat makes you think I'd take a localunderneath my wing?Oh Adrianne, won't you ache again for meYou can tell me what I said, but you won't mean itYou can get into my head, but you can't read itWith all the brands of telephones I've fed into my earOn every single one it's the exact same voice I hearI'm on the top of everything,but the signal's just not clear,Oh Adrianne, won't you ache again, my dearI'll bet you $25 and a new pair of shoes you didn't gethere on your own(On your own)'Cause in an overpopulated state of consciousness I'mconstantly just fighting to be aloneAnd out of everything I want and every place I'veever beenWell I'd just like to spend some time at homeBecause nothing beats your ass like an ice cold glassLetras de cancionesof getting smashed on the kitchen floorEveryone I meet these days likes to ask me what I doAnd I was hoping recentlythat the answer might be youMy moral standing stands aloneand it's contradicted tooOh Adrianne, won't you ache again?Oh Adrianne, can't you fake it man?Oh Adrianne, won't you ache again?Oh baby won't you ache again for me? From Letras Mania