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Howl at the Moon (How Can It Be?)

I want her to lie to me
break me into pieces
oh that beautiful girl
she's worth the pain
damn good looking
too good looking to be faithful
and so well fitted
smells of sweetness
God, I'm only a man
not a very strong one at that
while other fools dress to impress
I just show up a mess
if it wasn't for my smile
probably wouldn't get any
but I was given this gift of gab
and her the gift of style
wishing to just give into these desires
those eyes got me spellbound
I pretend that I hate it
but without it I'm lost
keeps me running back
giving my mundane life meaning
tripping over my laces
hitting my head on the way down
dreaming a little bit longer of possibilities
when I'm in her mix
I know I got to quickly hit
because she'll spit me out
move on to the next movie scene
and I'll be left on the cutting room floor
guess I should be pissed
but really I love the thrill
a woman with an aura that penetrates
keeps me guessing
using me like she knows I use her
guess that makes me scum
but she's no bed of rose's
just the thorns when the petals fall
and the season has changed
she's never been one for romance
but can give one hell of a blow job
probably should of known better
I should have run for my life
should of given up this fucked up fantasy
but her kisses feel like soft heaven
wish I can take them with me
when they hang that cross above my grave
would hope she'll be there
though I know
I would just be a faded memory
Written by LadyKilla
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