I've seen the 'action' All kinds of people Seen things disgusting I've seen it all I've heard excuses All kinds of stories I've heard confessions I've heard it all They wrote bad poems Painted bad pictures They say we used them I'm not so sure Some call it love and Some call it affection I don't believe it It's all clean young flesh And we all fall down We all fall down You say you want it Dress to kill and kill me We could play new games And you could lose Don't tell your mother Or some jealous husband Don't talk of love just Send me a postcard We need to feel it We need to feel it I've lost all patience You'll lose all pride I've no conversation I've no good intentions I've room for one more I've room for you They say we're 'corrupted' They say we're 'disturbing' I don't know It must be true They say we're 'reckless' They say we're 'vicious' It's just a rumour We don't leave scars She likes the movement She like the motion She likes to whisper But then she likes to scream She likes the dancing She likes the make-up She likes to forget
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