You hear the cries of love, a sad tune
And feel the salt-lick stingin' loves wound
Those tears that you cry leave a blood stain
They fall to the ground like a sweet rain
You see what's in your head, fantasy
And need, but you can't have B.A.D.
Call a spade a spade only if you want to
Cos by any other name it's taboo

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