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Do I strike your fancy, do I
Make your tongue and cheek
Meet the barbell to your teeth
As you cross some sanguine swan song, it's
Pallid like the dance floor
So honey, would you like more, would you
Come home with me?

And you say there's nothing to it
Like I need some knock-kneed tutor
With a twisted sense of humour, oh
I'll bend it like you never knew
My sheets are made of icing, folds like
Lacquer wedding dresses
Gothic gowns and gothic tresses
With gold inlaid filligree
Against the red inside of me
Call me darling, little masochist, so come and get it
'S hard to miss

Ballroom music to the bedroom,
Bet you never saw it coming, such a pretty, petty boy
Can't forget a face like yours
And it's caught in the reflection
Like some brutalized confection, oh you're
Sweeter than the wedding cake
My lilted wilted easy-bake
Some deviation I have stored in
Whetstones and their ringing scores
In gasping, halted lovers' breaths
That mark the tempo, as do their deaths

Till death do us part's the tactic
How antifuckingclimactic