I pick up boys from the bar
I think it is funny when I break their hearts
It makes me feel really good
it makes me feel how I think I should.
You know, it is a game I play
You are all fair prey
All is fair, as they say
I can only love this way.
Excuse me, you all know the rules
You can't claim to be anyone's fools.
Sitting there on backless stools
Propping the bar with the other fools.
Standing on the front line
“Innocence,” you say. “Is mine!”
Your guile is sublime
Hanging on the meat rack divine.
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