The blinds here are so sharp and they cut
The light from the primitive sun
You know I really wanted her
Society thinks so highly of
this hotel I vomited on
Before I lost the sight of her
My man, he quietly closes the door
now the pharaoh is woken,
My hands, I feel like I've been here before
She has already spoken
Anyway
There's no reason to get hurt
You don't need to sell your shirt
To do the devil's work
You finally found your place
You know it always works
You know it always works
I saw someone who looked like you on
The platform up on that station
But from a younger era
The lights in the bellhouse were still on
We all need somebody to love
Be we clothed or naked
My man, he quietly closes the door
Now the pharaoh is woken
My hands, I feel like I've been here before
She has already spoken
Anyway
There's no reason to get hurt
You don't need to sell your shirt
To do the devil's work.
You finally found your place
You know it always works
You know it always works
You finally found your place
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