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Wire - A Public Place lyrics
If you had a room, he'd paint it white, survives the day, prefers the night, build sight. Got a head for figures, no time for bickers, (or so he says,) prefers the company of a woman. Finds it more physical, (that's an important word,) always seen first then heard, such a rare bird. With praise he glows, with change he grows, finds that important, hates waiting, it's not stimulating, likes celebrating, I can't understand why that is so funny, that is sex. |
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