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So when they told me that the treatment would be painful Figured he'd knock me out and strap me to the table Men are used to doing what they want to anyway I know the truth depends on what your friends and people say I said I met you for the money but that wasn't true The conversation had me feeling like an ingénue But somehow I am always finding myself in between Somebody else's story, author ends up killing me Take me to thе backroom or the bathroom I wanna see you put this body in a hangman's noose Get submissivе when I think about my place in hell You're only interesting 'cause you get this all to yourself I know I'm a walking contradiction I find its always simplified in the fiction I wanna kiss you like I don't know there's somebody else I want you touching on me while the building's burning down So when you met me at the new providence station Said "Happy birthday", bag of candy to the face, yeah I got used to doing what I wanted with you, babe You didn't speak of anybody til' we hit the way Down, are you lonely, shit, you can't hold me Guess that was my job, guess I'm a phony You are the answer, pure as you're holy You are the rafter, I brought the roping Letras de canciones Take me to the backroom or the bathroom I wanna see you put this body in a hangman's noose Get submissive when I think about my place in hell You're only interesting 'cause you get this all to yourself I know I'm a walking contradiction I find its always simplified in the fiction I wanna kiss you like I don't know there's somebody else I want you touching on me while the building's burning down Don't wanna miss a moment of you Called out of work to make the commute Nobody understands anymore How your voice peels me off of the floor Don't wanna miss a moment of you Called out of work to make the commute Nobody understands anymore How your voice peels me off of the floor Take me to the backroom or the bathroom I wanna see you put this body in a hangman's noose Get submissive when I think about my place in hell You're only interesting 'cause you get this all to yourself I know I'm a walking contradiction I find its always simplified in the fiction I wanna kiss you like I don't know there's somebody else I want you touching on me while the building's burning down I wanna see the palm trees with you I wanna pray over your body 'Cause no one moves me like you do From Letras Mania