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But, baby, make it hurt
This may sound like an odd request
But, sweetie, this is me at my best
Hanging from a telephone wire down the road from The Rest
Write down worry
Fill it with courage
Drink it down, throw it up
And pray that girl last night didn't transmit something
Is this random enough yet?
Am I filling your thought with heads?
If you weren't dyslexic, you'd know that last sentence was incorrect
Let's make a bet
One, two three, you give me four
Three, two, one, I shoot myself in the temples
I'm hanging from a telephone wire
Does this shock?
Does it burn?
I'll let you know when it's your turn