these matters of security
you don't have to be wound so tight, smoking on the balcony
but it's that sleaze in the park
you women, you have no self-control
the angels remark outside
you were known for insatiable needs
i don't know a thing
i've seen love, and i've followed the speeding of starlight
i've seen love, and i've followed the speeding of starswept night
yeah pace is the trick
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