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One time a thing occurred to me
What's real and what's for sale
Blew a kiss and tried to take it home
It isn't you, isn't me
Search for things that you can't see
Going blind out of reach
Somewhere in the vasoline
Two times and it has rendered me
Punch drunk and without bail
Think I'd be safer all alone
Flies in the vasoline we are
Sometimes it blows my mind
Keep getting stuck here all the time
It isn't you, isn't me
You'll see the look
And you'll see the lies
You'll eat the lies
And you will
Flies in the vasoline we are
Sometimes it blows my mind
Keep getting stuck here all the time
It isn't you, isn't me
What's real and what's for sale
Blew a kiss and tried to take it home
It isn't you, isn't me
Search for things that you can't see
Going blind out of reach
Somewhere in the vasoline
Two times and it has rendered me
Punch drunk and without bail
Think I'd be safer all alone
Flies in the vasoline we are
Sometimes it blows my mind
Keep getting stuck here all the time
It isn't you, isn't me
You'll see the look
And you'll see the lies
You'll eat the lies
And you will
Flies in the vasoline we are
Sometimes it blows my mind
Keep getting stuck here all the time
It isn't you, isn't me
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But it's dark: women know they have this power. They know we can't escape. They say we are the one's giving them sorrow, but in fact, they can just stop giving us "pleasure," which makes us desperate flies, and so we fly back to the sticky stuff, and eventually, we're stuck physically and emotionally.
We crave it, but in the end, it tastes like nothing...