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I'm just a symptom of my time,
just a victim of my mind
turning deaf and dumb and blind
'cause i need to
i'm inescapably obsessed with the thoughts i have repressed
how i look when i'm undressed to receive you
why do you think your love could ever change me?
why?
you don't know anything about me baby
should i wax or should i shave,
be a master or a slave
would a good girl misbehave like i plan to
do i smile or do i pout,
turn the collar in or out
it's the little things that count,
baby can't you see that i
just can't take it anymore
i need to find some
kind of light behind the door