I picked you out of a crowd and talked to you.
Said I liked your shoes,
You said thanks can I follow you?
So it's up the stairs, and out of view.
No prying eyes,
I poured some wine,
I asked your name you asked the time.

Now it's two o'clock,
The club is closed we're up the block.
Your hands on me
Pressing hard against your jeans,
Your tongue in my mouth
Trying to keep the words from coming out.
You didn't care to know
Who else may have been you before.

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I want a lover I don't have to love,
I want a boy who's so drunk he doesn't talk.
Hey where's the kid with the chemicals?
I got a hunger and I can't seem to get full.
I need some meaning I can memorize,
The kind I have always seems to slip my mind.

But you, but you,
You write such pretty words.
But life's no story book,
Love is an excuse to get hurt,
And to hurt,
"Do you like to hurt?"
"I do! I do!"
"Then hurt me."

Then hurt me.
Then hurt me.

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