It's not the way you think that turns me on
We're a riddle in 9 syllables Black and white
Well don't speak to me love Coz you don't
Oooooo yeah Was I more than you bargained for
You're the colour in my hair That just won't
Well she says life sucks it's the truth I mean
Friday night Ms. Sissie's in L.A. And I'm
Bow down before her and bleed at her alter
I'll follow to the ending Of your spiritual emending
Well I've been watching from the shadows While you
Well you can't see me - I'm not here
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