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I'm pretty sure
I've heard of you
You tell me "sure"
When I say that you
Pull them to the moon
And send them burning
To the womb
The tired quartet you conduct
Scores cigarette-hot conduct
You're marionette lifeless
And I heard you'll make me like you

And if I dance with you
No romance with you
They tell me that at 4 am
You'll leave your mess and duck out
Not before you bare your fangs
And watch me check the **** out

You're liquid and you slip in
Make me feel insipid
The dripping dress you slip in
Makes me feel numb
Percussionists from your lips
Turn my ears to rose hips
Deftly taking tension
From the surface of their drums
Lover, violater,
You say you'll see me later
I can tell already
You don't like to be wrong

And if I dance with you
No romance with you
They tell me that at 4 am
You'll leave your mess and duck out
Not before you bare your fangs
And watch me check the **** out