Tuesday, March 23, 2010

You got your fingers around my throat
and it feels like good loving to me.
You got a knife to my neck,
and I don't need no sympathy.
You got your hand inside my wallet,
and all I can say, baby, is take some more.

I'm hooked like some fellas are to heroin.
I'm hooked like some men are to crack.
I'm hooked; I'm hooked baby,
and I ain't never coming back.

I don't care if the sun don't ever shine again,
I got a woman who says that she is my friend.

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