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I fought for felicity for me
You know I cannot do it myself
Stick your fingers in my mouth
Pull my lips back and watch me smile

Catch me on my troubled portion
Maybe there is something there for you
Look below her nylon stockings
Snapped the double notch and left untied

Some king chooser will wind up with my number
I'll go to sleep
Wait for my number to come

Deep pockets, maybe deeper
And always had a nickel to spare
Now the blood blister's, blister's black
As she washes her hands across her chest

But if you're willing to call my machine
Flip the coins and watch me light up
Hope the time is right for it?
When it's done, turn your back

The king chooser has come for my number
I'll just roll over on my back, wait for my number to come



Credits
Writer(s): Peter Van Steeden, Harry Clarkson, Geoffrey Clarkson
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