Lyrics Theatre of Tragedy

Theatre of Tragedy

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You act a pansy, pushover

Do live your fancy, go lower

Who is that, something says your name

You seem chancy, moreover

The call is mine

I'm gonna get you up

I'm gonna get on top

The call is mine

On the skew, you're dancing all over

You are the anti-fashion statement

In a blue suit, orange pullover

You look like my old dog Rover

I'm gonna get you up

I'm gonna get on top

The call is mine