* * * All these strange relationships Really gets me down I see nothing wrong With spreading myself around
Everybody's talkin' all this stuff about me Why don't they just let me live? (tell me why) I don't need permission Make my own decisions (oh) That's my prerogative * * *
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Since I'm already screwed Here's a message to you My heart's wide open I'm just not getting through to the lover in you Yet I'm still hoping That tonight, tonight, you're gonna turn down the lights And give me a little more room just to prove it to you What do I gotta do?