• Lamp shades hidden under your cotton shirts
    What’s hiding in the motel covers?
    It’s moving, it’s breathing hard
    Moaning encouragements to feed the drive
    Just pretend it’s another kind of animal

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    Whispering yourself to lie
    To yourself and your beliefs
    The old saying goes

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    Ignorance is bliss baby
    Only when you’re not the one
    Who’s being played more than a violin
    Don’t you think he’s having too much fun?
    But it’s safer in the dark

    Texts and calls rejected and piled
    What’s that vibration in the next room?
    To follow behind is a husky voice
    Seductively speaking the tongue of passion
    Make believe it’s to you this time

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    Where the pain is false
    Does not exist
    And you’re safe to imagine
    Tonight he’s your lover
    Like it should
    But it’s not