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If you haven't been ready for truth. Everybody is a scoundrel, But I'm playing it bad. I am the scoundrel of scoundrels, And rather than come to heel, I'll stand before madness. "Give me love," Sing those who are craving for copulation. And I've been wondering: Why can't these moth-brained beings Just word it blatantly? Lust... O' you, misled lovers, Is it true that love is the best of things? But you know what you desire, So call it by its proper name. We know, one doesn't always want the best, Sometimes you simply want a thing. |
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