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Stroke

You want me
You want me
Want me to stroke your ego
Beg for it
Die for it mmm
I got the touch placebo
Nothing that you wouldn't do
Lie to get back in my room
'Cause that's what narcissists do
You want me
You want me
Want me to stroke
 
Say it's hard to breathe inside my ocean
I give you the deep but your still floating
You would let me drown to save your own life
Don't think I can't see your soul is soaking
 
It's always in my head
Everything is always about you
You tell me you're a book that I misread
You just wanna tell me what to do
 
You want me
You want me
Want me to stroke your ego
Beg for it
Die for it mmm
I got the touch placebo
Nothing that you wouldn't do
Lie to get back in my room
'Cause that's what narcissists do
You want me
You want me
Want me to stroke
 
Gather all your money make a symphony
I looked it over and the thing got steeper
And even though you wanted me sweet you could call me savory
You're treading water and the thing got deeper
 
It's always in my head
Everything is always about you
(You used to get it on the low)
You tell me you're a book that I misread
(You always said I was your type)
(You said you got it down below)
You just wanna tell me what to do
(You wanna give it to me right)
 
Tell me you're so good at it
Good at it
You say you don't wanna quit
And you
You say you won't run out of love
Out of love
Say you got enough of it for two
I'm ended up
You been invited
You been telling me - now I'm afraid
You running up to the table invited
You want a taste of my own lemonade
 
You want me
You want me
Want me to stroke your ego
Beg for it
Die for it mmm
I got the touch placebo
Nothing that you wouldn't do
Lie to get back in my room
'Cause that's what narcissists do
You want me
You want me
Want me to stroke
 

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The Sailor's Hornpipe (from Tubular Bells, Part Two)

The hallway.
 
From outside, an ordinary house. A great house, true - four hundred and eighty three rooms, each one with its own marble wash basin and douche, bidet as it may. But inside, and the positions are reversed. A human failing, some say a disease, but a disease that Sir Francis Dashwood knew, and knew it well.
 
Upstairs, inside and a revelation. It's a discotheque. No, no, uh.. there
are paintings, real, and look here - a rare seventeenth century masterpiece, and if I can scrape a little of it off, beneath I can find hidden a fourteenth century underpiece.
 
Made entirely of tiny pieces of eggshells, this lurid work has caused controversy in the world of embroidery and anthropologicky. No, I'll say it again, anthropolology. Umm.. no quite possibly make an anthropol, no, uh, I mean an apolog..ph.. It has enthralled distinguished professors, and in layman's language is 'blinking well baffling'.
 
But to be more obtusely, 'buggered if I know.' Yes, 'buggered if I know.' And that's all we've gleaned so far from experts in fourteenth century painting, renaissance, greengrocers, and recently revived members of the public. Buggered if I know.
 
Vivian Stanshall, about three o'clock in the morning,
Oxfordshire, 1973, Goodnight.
 

Cultivate

What you dreed, can't let go!
Dah!
Dah!
 
Got the disease in my mind that chaos runs through in you
Guilty toys for your insides
Just plead and i'll conduct you
 
Believe in me, i'm the juice recieve from me
The hand of truth in still your trust
I'll take you there
Penetrate and run, run through
 
Feel it so warm
Branded forearm
Synthetic high to drain you
Accelerated poles, blood rush through
 
Branded forearm
MuDvAyNe returned
Inner mutiny, lost tranquility
 
Broken people fixed again plumbing christened with disorder
You took a pill that was in the drain
Took a spell to possess you, why?
 
You embrace me for the high
Unfocused black swells as you die
Inner silence solicits sympathy
Departed being struggles so desperatly
 
I'm so outside myself
Breathless body betrays my cry for help
 
Lifeless i lie, lifeless and so passified
Rest in earth, rest in peace
Await rebirth as i roll up my sleeves
 
Roll up my fuckin' sleeves
 
Feel it so warm
Branded forearm
Masticate you as i cultivate through
 
Your life I loathe
Motherfucker!
 
Scrambled being your impressions leaking
Sins been basoned in you
Do what I do just to see it through you
Your life is death now
Consequenses been plowed under earth
 
Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust
Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust
I said ashes to ahes, and dust to dust
Ashes to ashes, and dust to DUST
 
ASHES TO ASHES, AND DUST TO DUST
ASHES TO ASHES, AND DUST TO DUST
ASHES TO ASHES, AND DUST TO DUST
ASHES TO ASHES, AND DUST TO DUST
 
Want you dead so much!!!
 

Touch Me On My Hot Spot

Ooo, I want to make love to you
I know you want me to; baby, go on
Ooo, why don't you go ahead?
No need to be afraid the heat is on
 
Ooo, I want to make love to you
I know you want me to; baby, go on
Ooo, why don't you go ahead?
No need to be afraid the heat is on
 
Touch me, touch me, baby, on my hot spot
Give me, give me, baby, give me all you got
Touch me, touch me, baby, on my hot spot
Give me, give me, baby, give me all you got
 
Touch me, touch me, baby, on my hot spot
Give me, give me, baby, give me all you got
Touch me, touch me, baby, on my hot spot
Give me, give me, baby, give me all you got
 
I'm burning up, I'm burning up
I'm burning up
 
Touch me, touch me, baby, on my hot spot
Give me, give me, baby, give me all you got
Touch me, touch me, baby, on my hot spot
Give me, give me, baby, give me all you got
 
Ooo, I want to make love to you
I know you want me to; baby, go on
Ooo, why don't you go ahead?
No need to be afraid the heat is on
 
Ooo, I want to make love to you
I know you want me to; baby, go on
Ooo, why don't you go ahead?
No need to be afraid the heat is on
 
Touch me, touch me, baby, on my hot spot
Give me, give me, baby, give me all you got
Touch me, touch me, baby, on my hot spot
Give me, give me, baby, give me all you got
 
Touch me, touch me, baby, on my hot spot
Give me, give me, baby, give me all you got
Touch me, touch me, baby, on my hot spot
Give me, give me, baby, give me all you got
 
I'm burning up, I'm burning up
I'm burning up
 
Touch me, touch me, baby, on my hot spot
Give me, give me, baby, give me all you got
Touch me, touch me, baby, on my hot spot
Give me, give me, baby, give me all you got
 
I'm burning up, I'm burning up...
 

Blank Space

Nice to meet you, where you been?
I could show you incredible things
Magic, madness, heaven, sin
Saw you there and I thought
Oh my God, look at that face
You look like my next mistake
Love's a game, wanna play?

Aye, aye

New money, suit and tie
I can read you like a magazine
Ain't it funny, rumors fly
And I know you heard about me
So hey, let's be friends
I'm dying to see how this one ends
Grab your passport and my hand
I can make the good girls bad for a weekend

So it's gonna be forever
Or it's gonna go down in flames
You can tell me when it's over
If the high was worth the pain
Got a long list of ex-lovers
They'll tell you I'm insane
'Cause you know I love the players
And you love the game

'Cause we're young and we're reckless
We'll take this way too far
It'll leave you breathless
Or with a nasty scar
Got a long list of ex-lovers
They'll tell you I'm insane
But I've got a blank space, baby
And I'll write your name

Cherry lips, crystal skies
I could show you incredible things
Stolen kisses, pretty lies
You're the Queen, baby, I'm your King.
Find out what you want
Be that guy for a month
But, the worst is yet to come, oh no

Screaming, crying, perfect storms
I could make all the tables turn
Rose garden filled with thorns
Keep you second guessing like
'Oh my God, who is he? Who is he?'
I get drunk on jealousy
But you'll come back each time you leave
'Cause, darling, I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream

So it's gonna be forever
Or it's gonna go down in flames
You can tell me when it's over
If the high was worth the pain
Got a long list of ex-lovers
They'll tell you I'm insane
'Cause you know I love the players
And you love the game

'Cause we're young and we're reckless
We'll take this way too far
It'll leave you breathless
Or with a nasty scar
Got a long list of ex-lovers
They'll tell you I'm insane
But I've got a blank space, baby
And I'll write your name...

Girls only want love if it's torture
Don't say I didn't, don't say I didn't warn you

It's torture, it's torture
Don't say I didn't warn you
It's torture, it's torture
Don't say I didn't warn you

So it's gonna be forever
Or it's gonna go down in flames
You can tell me when it's over
If the high was worth the pain
Got a long list of ex-lovers
They'll tell you I'm insane
'Cause you know I love the players
And you love the game

'Cause we're young and we're reckless
We'll take this way too far
It'll leave you breathless
Or with a nasty scar
Got a long list of ex-lovers
They'll tell you I'm insane
But I've got a blank space, baby
And I'll write your name