Harlem - Hippies

Torture Me

I'm gonna watch the sun
Watch it 'til I go blind
It's gonna put my skin to
Put on not quite like you do
I know that there's something evil under your pretty faith
I know that you're keeping lies under your wicked tounge, too
And I heard from one of your girls
You're getting rid of me anyway
I hope it's not today, 'cause I'm coming down to see ya'
Why do you torture me, girl
Why do you torture me
Why do you torture me, girl
Why do you torture me
My friends say I'm a fool and that my head's full of shit
I know that it's not true
You gotta think to do and,
You locked my heart in shackles, with the keys in the catfood
Now I'm sick as a dog
I don't think that we're gonna make it
Why do you torture me, girl
Why do you torture me
Why do you torture me, girl
Why do you torture me
(Why do you torture me, girl)
(Why do you torture me, girl)
(Why do you torture me, girl)
(Why do you torture me)

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Writer(s): Michael Coomer, Curtis O'mara
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