You're a complicated person with some educated friends
And you tend to form your sentences from words wrote on your hands
But you wake up the rhythm in me, and you wake up the rhyme
I thought you were special but you're low-life
And you've got no inhibitions and you're almost always rude
And I don't know where your mind is when my hands are touching you
But you wake up the rhythm in me, you wake up the rhyme
I thought you were special but you're low-life
And when you pull the trigger in me my life isn't mine
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