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Michael McGuire
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Mars De Milo
She just plays the diagnosed victim, He just plays nobodies fool, So proud of the way she tricked him, So proud of his stage fright tool.
It's a match made in hell, It's the love that just has to be, It's a secret she can't wait to tell, It's a light that only she can see.
Hell denies what Heaven knows, Dress the wound in brand new clothes.
He just pretends to understand, All he is is all he can, He is just her idea of a man, A Friday night fuck and a wedding band, Opposites love to attract, Make a theory of the fact, She needs more than the little lacked, In her mind his bags are packed.
All that could be more absurd, Is left to the time clock of reason, And every breath that forms a word, Is weighed against the bulk of treason.
The study of his only wish, A thousand dinners of his favorite dish, Be the ocean to catch the fish, Read the lips Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com of his kiss.
Love that arouses a talk show host, The husband father and lover's ghost.
When you wish upon a star, Make sure it's not the headlights of a car, If you go nowhere and that's to far, Just average your disgust to find your par, Want it bad enough and any lie is true, Make an old world order; spin like a new, Make a family value a devil's due, Make a seeing eye dog your point of view.
She dug up her chance out of this risk, She don't want soul searching just someone to frisk, She just loves to fill his stomach between her legs, He's the chicken that lays the golden eggs.
She just turns her discontent into a shopping spree, Turns the writing on the wall into a spelling bee, She just learns to love a real good fight, She just learns to cry herself to sleep at night.
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