he thinks i'm a bad ass and i smile in self-delight,

fingers gesturing lust to the boy behind him.

we're skin tight but skin deep,

and whatever i swallow's goin' to my head.

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well, i've got this funny little habit:

noting every security camera on entrance,

it's like i'm waiting for the curtain and a bow,

you've never seen moves as swift as mine.

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and i'm arching my back to get a cigarette,

convincing him in the only way i know how.

we're skin tight but skin deep

and this is a never-ending theory:

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he wants sex and i want a shot to the head,

what other option but kiss for the camera?

he thinks i'm a bad ass and i smile in self-delight.