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Dinner's cold
You touched a thing
So what's it be?
I can hold out much longer you

When it's steady, I'm acting out my roles
When you're ready, I'll be walking out that
And call me, pretty baby anymore
Oh, foolish worker bee, I'm fucking queen

I threw out the to try to get through to you
The lines are down, drowned by the hum of the
This house is the hole that you never fill
With blossomed bouquets, vanities and love seats

Sad little boy, I know you get
But everyone goes these trials of truth and self-abuse
When you're you're so hard not to adore
When you're selfish, I just love you even

I want to help you but got to say the words
"I to be cured"

Drowned deep in this hole dug for ourselves
Throw me in headfirst, submerged in this depression
and impotent and don't call me pretty baby

I out the phone to try to get through to you
The lines are down, by the hum of the radiator
This house is the hole that you could never
With shattered dinner plates that's how communicate

Hey, pretty baby, are you for bed?