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And the money was stacked against you not in the least
Above everyone else you know when they are fake
A friend or a lover, I’m a slut when it comes to you
A sugar crash, but it’s over our heads
Rolling on dirty floors with lightning storms unchecked
Walking around the lazy susan
In erotic underpinnings when the sun comes out
Is this that man?
The one I keep pointing out…
The one with his back road drives and all those women in his head?
The sounds of his bare feet scraping across a cheap carpet
It’s not like your hugs can save you in the end adds up to anything, my friend…
And the money was stacked against you not in the least
Above everyone else you know when they are fake
A friend or a lover, I’m a slut when it comes to you
A friend or a lover, I’m a slut when it comes to you