Here's food for thought
It doesn't add up
You want it all
You can't have partial, no
Try this on for size
You could use a good time
To a fault
Forgo it all, if it gets you off
Cracking a lip
It got you a fat lip
Throw them a new bone
Give them something that they can work with
Then it's only crickets from there on out
Only crickets
That's when you fall to pieces
No kidding, no joke
In an armored car
Parked in the dark
Skin like cream, not clay
Big sopping wet brain
Set in your ways
Don't like change
What would you say if no one was there?
What would you say if no one cared?
That's when you'd fall to pieces
No kidding, no joke
(You're not all that you're made out to be, and now we see)
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