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You were the promise at dawn,
I was the morning after.
You were jesus christ my lord,
I was the money lender.
You were the sensitive woman,
I was the very reverend freud.
You were the manual orgasm,
I was the dirty little boy.
And is this what you wanted
To live in a house that is haunted
By the ghost of you and me?
Is this what you wanted ...
You were marlon brando,
I was steve mcqueen.
You were k.y. jelly,
I was vaseline.
You were the father of modern medicine,
I was mr. clean.
You where the whore and the beast of babylon,
I was rin tin tin.
And is this what you wanted ...
And is this what you wanted ...
You got old and wrinkled,
I stayed seventeen.
You lusted after so many,
I lay here with one.
You defied your solitude,
I came through alone.
You said you could never love me,
I undid your gown.
And is this what you wanted ...
And is this what you wanted ...
I mean is this what you wanted ...
That’s right, is this what you wanted ...
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