Submission
Two bright eyes and one red mouth
and two long legs and one icon
they can't think and they can't act
they (wear straps)...two long legs
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they work hard and they sell things
we like that... cause there's no choice
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we can't see cause it's like that
we can't hear cause it's too late
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Babooshka
Maybe it's too late. Sometimes I even hate myself for loving you
Trying to be strong then nighttime comes along and I start loving you
Wanting you. Where is all my selfcontrol I'm burning way down in my soul
And needing you, and wishing I could be the man, I try to
Hating me for wanting you to be with you
knowing you don't love me like you used to
But it's midnight, Ohh and I miss you
It's getting late and I know that's when I am weak
Funny how things have a way of looking so much brighter in the day light
I ought to go to bed to try and straighten out my head an
Trying to be strong then nighttime comes along and I start loving you
Wanting you. Where is all my selfcontrol I'm burning way down in my soul
And needing you, and wishing I could be the man, I try to
Hating me for wanting you to be with you
knowing you don't love me like you used to
But it's midnight, Ohh and I miss you
It's getting late and I know that's when I am weak
Funny how things have a way of looking so much brighter in the day light
I ought to go to bed to try and straighten out my head an