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Toyah Prostitute Obsession (willcox) Baby, baby, baby, baby 1, 2, 3 Oh never mind Pr..pr..pr..pressing my heel of my shoes Into your paintwork Shattering determination Brick thoughts crumble We've stood under this sky Far too long baby Come on meet your soul Wife now, I don't believe you Don't want to see me, come on baby. Flash bulbs squeeze light >From metal veins Across the blistering night I arrest your image and Detain We're not waalking on safe land We're sinking in quick sand Obsession Good god, have you seen that weirdo in the car behind No, no don't look Don't make it obvious anyway, As I was saying Envy scratches all down the side of the car Flirt you're in the car in front I think with someone else Her cigarette glows in the dark I see my arm on the wheel In the oncoming lights Mascara black tears trickle down It's not me, it's just meat that drives Born by man captive and Damned to shed this skin and Enter you in the bliss of death A soul bathed in fur A heart robed in flesh Whichever way you wear yourself I'll get in Obsession Every time I venture out I leava a note in my pocket Or on the table, or posted to a friend To respect fate to let you know where I stand with you If not in life, perhaps another time Obsession England this burning land Sensuality of tone Twenty-two miles till the earth curves Then you're out of sight I'll be clothed in confusion, When I woke in this body By my mother's side Born from all Seeing to one sight I am all I am in a microcosm of time before I become one and all again I want to experience I want to walk all over you |
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