The Man in the Tall Hat

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Hi, we've met before
But you always look confused
You used to call me late at night
But now you blink too much when you talk

Feeling a little jealous and overstimulated
But you like that; cute and deranged
A little hot in here
But your hands are cold

Liar! Liar! Liar!
These hands could start a fire!
I think they might, I think they might

Hi, we've met before
But you don't believe in deja vu
Keep wondering how I find you
But stories are so boring

Tired and getting itchy
Why don't you want to play anymore?
You're always asking for favors
I miss the way we were before

Come in, come in
I have a trinket for every boy and girl
No rules, but you get the jist
Make a wish and give the knob a twist