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Marianne Faithfull - The Ballad of Sexual Dependency lyrics
Now there's a man, the living tool of Satan He charges forth while others are debating Conniving, cocky knave with all the trimmings I know one thing will trim him down  women. In women he meets deep authority, In them he feels his old dependency. He sniggers at the Good Book, mocks the priss and prim, Does anything for pay if it will pay And since he knows what ladies do to him He thrusts them well out of his way. All through the day he swears He's self denying, then dusk descends And once again he's lying. They're all the same in meeting love's confusion Poor noble souls get blotted in illusion The one who swore he could escape the clinches Who is it that entangles him, wenches It fain resists their lush authority Before him stands his old dependency. He harked the ten Commandments Trod the tried and true, would godly be and Golden Rule obey. For lunch ate frugally, a grape a two, Survived on one pure thought a day. He screamed, |
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