You slide out at night to show yourself
You mean to hang yourself
On the wall with the hens you call friends
You memorized a thousand lines
And kissed a thousand guys
But none packed more than wood
And still you wake up the taste of the night
Before has grown somehow
You memorized your make-up
Your free from their eyes
And all they laughed about
Sailboats that never float and lids of lead
That hold your ego down
What's it take to bend the lens
As you can see I really know
But never can amend the trend
Towards the rocks wielding the knifes
Beneath your breasts
And all the waves that never break within our sight
So come on treat me right, ooohh
If you could keep him you dub him: "The Rock"
Would ace 'em two to one
But the powder from your empty boxes
Was ground from you whole empty youth
And so you wake up the taste of the night
The moon has grown somehow
You take off your make-up
Your free from their lies
And all they laughed about
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