I woke up in your bed with the sun assaulting me through the window

The single ray of light like a warning finger, announcing:

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I see you. I know what you've done.

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I wonder if the sun berates you when you wake up next to me

Is it a hot, hard kiss on your face? Does it attack you as it did me?

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I see you. I know what you've done.

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Maybe I'll find my place with you, among Sarah and Jane and Mary

The grooves in your bedpost look suspiciously like tally marks.

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I see you. I know what you've done.

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The dread climbs up my throat, burning in my heart like white lightning

As you kiss me and say,

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Can you keep a secret?