| You won't love me |
| You won't leave me |
| You don't touch me |
| Still so needy |
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| And I don't know if you do it intentionally |
| Somehow you make it my fault |
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| You don't stop talking |
| And I'm just sleepwalking |
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| Course I'm angry |
| Course I'm hurt |
| Looking back, it's so absurd |
| Course I trusted you |
| And took you at your word |
| Who said romance isn't dead? |
| Been no romance since we wed |
| "Why aren't we fucking, baby?" |
| Yeah, that's what you said |
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| But you let me think it was me in my head |
| And nothing to do with them girls in your bed |
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| You don't stop talking |
| And I'm just sleepwalking |
| See your thoughts forming |
| Baby, stop it, it's three in the morning |
| And I don't know if you do it intentionally |
| But somehow you make it my fault |
| You don't stop talking |
| And I'm just sleepwalking |
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| I know you've made me your Madonna |
| I want to be your whore |
| Baby, it would be my honour |
| Please, sir, can I have some more? |
| I could preserve all of your fantasies |
| If only you could act them all out with me |
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| You don't stop talking |
| And I'm just sleepwalking |
| See your thoughts forming |
| Baby, stop it, it's three in the morning |
| And I don't know if you do it intentionally |
| 'Cause somehow you make it my fault |
| You don't stop talking |
| And I'm just sleepwalking |
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| You won't love me |
| You won't leave me |
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