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Magazine - Parade lyrics
I suspect you ain't so sweet as the lust I'm concealing my skin will crawl back to Ma I've lost my way in my feelings You always collect your fists when my shadow falls upon your hands you're just giving body heat away but they say you're a nice enough young man I want to see you Don't you want to see me? I'm full of questions you're full of mystery You can touch yourself anytime You can touch yourself anytime I'm so wretched - you are so fetching stop smiling at me - treat me unpleasantly You've got the whole world in your wardrobe your furniture's made to injure me my skin will crawl back home to Ma when our souls mingle uneasily I want to see you Don't you want to see me? I'm full of questions You're full of mystery |
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