Broken bottles, and a broken nose
No reason not to lounge in a pose
You were wrong I could stand in shade light and laugh at you
This is the new circuit 'Shove you around?', now close the door
Tell me of your pain
This is not love
This is my sort of softly touching you
A Brownian motion of whacks on your face 'Who are you?'
Gold teeth spat out onto the concrete street
HatGet into the car with its vinyl seats He's a laugh, it's him and Jim and his prostitute
This is the new circuit
Tell me of your pain
'Shove you around?', now close the door
This is not love
This is my sort of softly touching you
A Brownian motion of whacks on your face
'who are you?'
'who are you?'
This is not the new man
This is not the new man
This is not love.
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