She's living on her own
She owns a cordless phone
She's friends with Paul and Joan
She can't go on her own
She thinks to wear a thong
She walks across the lawn
She screamed, so she thought
She falls and I'm her john
She has no will to stop me
She can't call for help
She has a will to get laid
She bought pills to help
She can't seem to resist me
She'll feel it come the morn
She makes a fine disaster
She's all mine now
She cries all night long
She picks up hangs up the phone
She prays to wash me away
She's such a good Christian girl
She's sitting red with a stare
She needs to know I'll be there
She stands herself off the floor
She comes and answers the door
She feels her heart begging more
She's too pure for this world
She needed better than me
She sleeps softly despite these faults
She can rely on me
She feels around my chest
She knows the world is hers
She has my hands around her neck
She's choking her last breath
Every night i dream of a man who flies
Open my fucking eyes, fucking eyes
She sees her friends at the mall
She sees me across the hall
She knows she can't look away
She does it anyway
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