| I said it "She'll only tell The Truth" Not the facts, The truth That's all that matters Dogs and Whores Spread thier legs They eat it up "Quite good," they say, "Can I have more?" I rufuse to hold on Let it go for the next Fresh heart New life Keep the game going Gnashing teeth, Brandishing her sword OF LOVE - her chain-gang of regretful lovers Where is my Tangiers, Bill? What is my Truth? I smoke too much I love too little If it weren't for the Buddha And the films they make me watch I'd find the facts Between her thighs Still not my Truth Yet it's not her Lies |
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