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Blind
words and music by Matt Abell
©2004 All rights reserved
 

How many mornings must you wake alone
Before you figure out the score
You are her quick fix, you are her easy street
She keeps you hankering for more

She takes you down to where the drummers beat
And people crawl across the floor
She slips her fingers in her mouth again
Such a thirsty paramour

And when she’s blown your mind
She’s gonna rob you blind

A private dance, an audience of one
Ah, but to her it’s just a game
She steals your wallet while she steals your heart
Somehow it’s always been the same

The passion play begins, the curtain parts
The tension mounting in your veins
She digs her fingernails into your throat
An orgasmic burst of pain

And when she’s blown your mind
She’s gonna rob you blind

And when the talk is turning serious
She’ll drink her wine
And tell you that she’s had a good time
That’s all she has to give you

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