Whoa oh oh hm You've been runnin' 'round, runnin' 'round, Runnin' 'round throwin' that dirt all on my name 'Cause you knew that I, knew that I, knew that I'd call you up You've been going 'round, going 'round, going 'round every party in LA 'Cause you knew that I, knew that I, knew that I'd be at one, oh I know that dress is karma, perfume regret You got me thinking 'bout when you were mine, oh And now I'm all up on ya, what you expect? But you're not coming home with me tonight You just want attention You don't want my heart Maybe you just hate the thought of me with someone new Yeah, you just want attention I knew from the start You're just making sure I'm never gettin' over you, oh Whoa oh oh oh You've been runnin' round, runnin' round, Runnin' round throwing that dirt all on my name 'Cause you knew that I, knew that I, knew that I'd call you up Baby, now that we're, now that we're, Now that we're right here standing face to face You already know, 'ready know, 'ready know that you won, oh I know that dress is karma (dress is karma), perfume regret, yeah You got me thinking 'bout when you were mine, oh (You got me thinking 'bout when you were mine) And now I'm all up on ya (all up on ya), what you expect? (Oh, baby) But you're not coming home with me tonight, oh no You just want attention You don't want my heart Maybe you just hate the thought of me with someone new, someone new Yeah, you just want attention, oh I knew from the start, the start You're just making sure I'm never gettin' over you (over you), oh What are you doin' to me? What are you doin', huh? (What are you doin'?) What are you doin' to me? What are you doin', huh? (What are you doin'?) What are you doin' to me? What are you doin', huh? (What are you doin'?) What are you doin' to me? What are you doin', huh? You just want attention You don't want my heart Maybe you just hate the thought of me with someone new Yeah, you just want attention I knew from the start You're just making sure I'm never gettin' over you (over you)

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The snow on your eyelids that curtsy with age Is freezing the stares on tyranny's wings. The bitter is hard and the warmth of your skin Is diseased with familiar caresses. Withdrawing from splendor and royal decay Among all the triumphs and jaded awards The angry and blazing circus of sun Blasphemes as the crown prince arises. You cannot beget all the sins that you owe To the people of paradise magic Pretend to answer passion and form With foreign rationalizations. Primroses are the jewels that lurk Among masks of pleasure that flicker with doubt Embraces of fame that's simultaneously fear To advance and demand to be recognized. The river shall flow through hollow green faces Of caricature's resentment etched out of the tongues. Both reluctant princess asleep before birth The classical sensitive failures. The worshipping wicked cling to the dark of your heart Lying there and wait with your angels Moan and ravish from dawn to dusk The avaricious young lovers.

I've been out walking I don't do too much talking these days These days These days I seem to think a lot About the things that I forgot to do And all the times I had the chance to I've stopped my rambling I don't do too much gambling these days These days These days I seem to think about How all the changes came about my ways And I wonder if I'd see another highway I had a lover I don't think I'll risk another these days These days And if I seem to be afraid To live the life that I have made in song It's just that I've been losing so long I've stopped my dreaming I won't do too much scheming these days These days These days I sit on corner stones And count the time in quarter tones to ten Please, don't confront me with my failures I had not forgotten them