the joy of fucking

by Barnaby Fell

haven't fallen for that one in a long, long time
you know that makes both of us a dozen a dime
oh the joy of fucking when it doesn't mean a thing
fickle flesh on flesh
is enough for a wedding ring (these days)

- 1 - 2 - 3 - 4
if I had just one more soul
4 -5 - 6
i'd make up for what I've missed
6 - 5 - 4 - 3
do you love yourself or me?
3 - 2 - 1 - none
are you having lots of fun?-
you have an elegance about you
you hold everywhere
it's been good to know
another girl that doesn't care

fall in love with me
once you've seen me for the first time again
the past has always been
the easiest to ruin
and you knew it then

tea for two
and two for tea
you for you
and me for me
or me for you
and you for you
or who for me
and me for who?
it's good knowing that your vanity
will keep you much better company
while with me
or while alone
you're as blind to my feelings
as you are to your own

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