Healing is difficult Often results in psychosomatic I admit to enjoying drugs They get rid of tension, boredom and static Hate those adverse side effects Forcing the people who love me to scatter Excuse me for being such a hypocrite The way I see it really doesn't matter Why do you cock your head to the side when you look at me Why are my skills in bed more important than sanity Why do you cock your head to the side when you look at me Why are my skills in bed more important than sanity To tell you the truth I can't believe I love you so much So much in fact that I don't know whether to weep or wind my watch I have a sick sense of humor It amazes me how points it scores I'm addicted to vice My best friends are pushers, my boyfriends are whores Why do you cock your head to the side when you look at me Why are my skills in bed more important than sanity Why do you cock your head to the side when you look at me Why are my skills in bed more important than sanity Simple to see why I breathe No one bothers me completely Simple to see why I breathe No one bothers me completely Why do you cock your head to the side when you look at me Why are my skills in bed more important than sanity Why do you cock your head to the side when you look at me Why are my skills in bed more important than sanity Waking up next to you Your morning breath reminds me of Lucy The flies in the front room Buzz round my head and try to seduce me If I contract illness The last thing I want is to pass it to others Fucking leaves guilt pangs When I start forgetting the names of my lovers Why do you cock your head to the side when you look at me Why are my skills in bed more important than sanity Why do you cock your head to the side when you look at me Why are my skills in bed more important than sanity
Healing is difficult
Often results in psychosomatic
I admit to enjoying drugs
They get rid of tension, boredom and static
Hate those adverse side effects
Forcing the people who love me to scatter
Excuse me for being such a hypocrite
The way I see it really doesn't matter
Why do you cock your head to the side when you look at me
Why are my skills in bed more important than sanity
Why do you cock your head to the side when you look at me
Why are my skills in bed more important than sanity
To tell you the truth
I can't believe I love you so much
So much in fact that I don't know whether to weep or wind my watch
I have a sick sense of humor
It amazes me how points it scores
I'm addicted to vice
My best friends are pushers, my boyfriends are whores
Why do you cock your head to the side when you look at me
Why are my skills in bed more important than sanity
Why do you cock your head to the side when you look at me
Why are my skills in bed more important than sanity
Simple to see why I breathe
No one bothers me completely
Simple to see why I breathe
No one bothers me completely
Why do you cock your head to the side when you look at me
Why are my skills in bed more important than sanity
Why do you cock your head to the side when you look at me
Why are my skills in bed more important than sanity
Waking up next to you
Your morning breath reminds me of Lucy
The flies in the front room
Buzz round my head and try to seduce me
If I contract illness
The last thing I want is to pass it to others
Fucking leaves guilt pangs
When I start forgetting the names of my lovers
Why do you cock your head to the side when you look at me
Why are my skills in bed more important than sanity
Why do you cock your head to the side when you look at me
Why are my skills in bed more important than sanity
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