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he haunts you like he was walking
along your tongue for every word
each syllable drops with his hands propped
up your back just to be heard

his deft palette is your natural accent
where his lilt gets you all agog
every breath in between is anything but clean
and you're voice can't be heard for the smog

and I'll bet all the answers just fell in his lap
he's one of them chaps

and I'll bet you he drives fast
he's one of them chaps

he plants his portrait in your every glance
in the corner he'll be idle and refined
every blink will burn every head will turn
and you'll be envious of the blind

he's hanging on the edge of every cloud
every fork of lightning is his doing
every rumble is his, his thunderous kiss
crashes down into your ruins

and I'll bet the answers just fell in his lap
he's one of them chaps

and I'll bet you he drives fast
he's one of them chaps

he's got a thousand different faces to flex
practices his signature for all his cheques
he's got his fingers lodged into your soul
it's like he's got nowhere else to go

and I'll bet the answers just fell in his lap
he's one of them chaps

and I'll bet you he drives too fast
he's one of them chaps