Clouseau
Miscellaneous
Slow My Head
She steals my soul, she steals my clothes
She steals my lenses and my stationery
And even the laces of my shoes
Are not safe here for a second
And I am slowly losing my head
Because she had promised me something completely different
And I also have every word believed
And worked my butt off in front of her beautiful eyes
I'm running the rubber off my soles
While she sleeps in black satin
I'm freezing to death outside
/>If she happens to want to be alone
And I lose...
I always planned to grow up in front of the gallows and the wheel
Now I'm going to be rich and respectable
I've had nothing but bad luck with her
And I lose...

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