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I've still got three fingers left on this hand

Take off your belt and I'll do what I can for you

You sure look like you could be some kind of fun

Maybe it's true you're more gifted than most

You'll still be remembered by the notch in my bedpost

Laughed in your wake

At the break of the day that comes after

There's no one above me to stain my fierce hands

No, you don't love me, don't you say that you do

Cause you can't

Be my pleasure to sit here

And talk with you all day

But there's no part of me that's not wasting away

As we speak of these dreams,

Promise might be but never are

Oh, change is beyond me

I'm helpless to start

Don't try to touch me

I'll just rip apart

All the people and things

I wish that I knew how to care for

There's no one above me to stain my fierce hands

No, you don't love me, don't you say that you do

You - you can't.

There's no one above me to stain my fierce hands

No, you don't love me, don't you say that you do

Cause you can't.