I felt so nice when a man had told me everything's free.
It's been my fifteenth attempt
to see the word, what it's like - I wanted to be -
don't want to be bad, don't want to be bad.
The only thing I could do is to write down what is now,
nothing that has already been.
Not another people's thought of the future, non.
She's dancing with you all the way down,
and then your love is a song.
You stretch out, and then you lay down.
She's loading the perfect gown.
She's dancing with you all the way down,
and then your love is a song.
You stretch out, and then you lay down.
She's loading the perfect gown.
I'm living into your dreams, I'm drifting out of my life.
You're a myth, your a machine,
where everything could be so nice
but it's so mean, it's so mean.
Check my hand, on the way down.
Computers humming a song.
Handwriting from your hand and
and you are loading your gun
and what if you were bad?
What if you were bad?
But, you're so nice.
You're so nice,
and I'm, so, mean.
She's dancing with you all the way down,
and then your love is a song.
You stretch out, and then you lay down.
She's loading the perfect gown.
He's working for two till the morning.
He must pay for her house.
For a bad trip, she is folding.
But, she'll get out of it, she knows.
I felt so nice when a man had told me everything's free.
It's been my fifteenth attempt
to see the word, what it's like - I wanted to be -
don't want to be bad, don't want to be bad.
But, the only thing I could do is to write down what is now,
nothing that has already been.
Not some other people's thought of the future - I had seen.
I hadn't seen, it's so nice.
But I think I am mean.
You're so sweet.
Check my hand on my way,
and don't be mean,
don't be so mean.
Computers humming a song.
Handwriting from your hand and
and you are loading your gun.
What if you were bad?
What if you were bad?
But, you're so nice
and I'm so mean.

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