So let me see if I've got this right
'Cause you're the one who will have left
With a Kansas City Shuffle, you'll break my neck
As Goodkat would, swift and adept
But if you would be kind, rewind back to, say, 5 o'clock
Your tongue's a razor to keep me clean cut and in line
As you're shadowing my lips
You wrap your belt around me like a leash tied to your hips
Persuading me with the hypocrisy of your sex-stained innocence
No, no, I see right through your trap, between those crocodile tears
Are jaws that bite to leave a mark at the apex of my ears
In a mouth that stretches miles to tell your friends
(And their friends, and their friends...)
About the guy who's not so sure you're what he wants
"Oh, I'm what you want"
Well we talked it out, pitched in two cents
Let's make a deal, let's make some sense of it
Twenty bucks says you're my best bet
A hundred bucks says you're not worth the weight
I'm a predicated victim of your voracity and lust
As far as I'm concerned, I'm just the biggest target in your range
But when it's pawn against the queen, I'll ponder carefully
And weigh the cons against the pros before I make my move
If I refuse to fall subject to your relentless manipulation
We'll wrestle words then twist our tongues
To mend each pointless altercation
It's too predictable and difficult to say it's worth the while
But I know you'd start a riot just to keep me in your bed
Well we talked it out, pitched in two cents
Let's make a deal, let's make some sense of it
Twenty bucks says you're my best bet
A hundred bucks says you're not worth the weight
Wait, I've got a plan: I'll conjure a charade
Depicting me as the consistency that's scattered through your brain
I'll keep you flattered to fuel your narcissistic flame
Cause that's the one thing that's to blame for your insatiability
But it's all an act, and that's a fact
I don't have the tact to keep your satisfaction (you're never satisfied)
You'll graze my imperfections
And start thinking that I'm not enough to satisfy your needs
Well we talked it out, pitched in two cents
Let's make a deal, let's make some sense of it
Twenty bucks says you're my best bet
A hundred bucks says you're not worth the weight
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So let me see if I've got this right
'Cause you're the one who will have left
With a Kansas City Shuffle, you'll break my neck
As Goodkat would, swift and adept
But if you would be kind, rewind back to, say, 5 o'clock
Your tongue's a razor to keep me clean cut and in line
As you're shadowing my lips
You wrap your belt around me like a leash tied to your hips
Persuading me with the hypocrisy of your sex-stained innocence
No, no, I see right through your trap, between those crocodile tears
Are jaws that bite to leave a mark at the apex of my ears
In a mouth that stretches miles to tell your friends
(And their friends, and their friends...)
About the guy who's not so sure you're what he wants
"Oh, I'm what you want"
Well we talked it out, pitched in two cents
Let's make a deal, let's make some sense of it
Twenty bucks says you're my best bet
A hundred bucks says you're not worth the weight
I'm a predicated victim of your voracity and lust
As far as I'm concerned, I'm just the biggest target in your range
But when it's pawn against the queen, I'll ponder carefully
And weigh the cons against the pros before I make my move
If I refuse to fall subject to your relentless manipulation
We'll wrestle words then twist our tongues
To mend each pointless altercation
It's too predictable and difficult to say it's worth the while
But I know you'd start a riot just to keep me in your bed
Well we talked it out, pitched in two cents
Let's make a deal, let's make some sense of it
Twenty bucks says you're my best bet
A hundred bucks says you're not worth the weight
Wait, I've got a plan: I'll conjure a charade
Depicting me as the consistency that's scattered through your brain
I'll keep you flattered to fuel your narcissistic flame
Cause that's the one thing that's to blame for your insatiability
But it's all an act, and that's a fact
I don't have the tact to keep your satisfaction (you're never satisfied)
You'll graze my imperfections
And start thinking that I'm not enough to satisfy your needs
Well we talked it out, pitched in two cents
Let's make a deal, let's make some sense of it
Twenty bucks says you're my best bet
A hundred bucks says you're not worth the weight
'Cause you're the one who will have left
With a Kansas City Shuffle, you'll break my neck
As Goodkat would, swift and adept
But if you would be kind, rewind back to, say, 5 o'clock
Your tongue's a razor to keep me clean cut and in line
As you're shadowing my lips
You wrap your belt around me like a leash tied to your hips
Persuading me with the hypocrisy of your sex-stained innocence
No, no, I see right through your trap, between those crocodile tears
Are jaws that bite to leave a mark at the apex of my ears
In a mouth that stretches miles to tell your friends
(And their friends, and their friends...)
About the guy who's not so sure you're what he wants
"Oh, I'm what you want"
Well we talked it out, pitched in two cents
Let's make a deal, let's make some sense of it
Twenty bucks says you're my best bet
A hundred bucks says you're not worth the weight
I'm a predicated victim of your voracity and lust
As far as I'm concerned, I'm just the biggest target in your range
But when it's pawn against the queen, I'll ponder carefully
And weigh the cons against the pros before I make my move
If I refuse to fall subject to your relentless manipulation
We'll wrestle words then twist our tongues
To mend each pointless altercation
It's too predictable and difficult to say it's worth the while
But I know you'd start a riot just to keep me in your bed
Well we talked it out, pitched in two cents
Let's make a deal, let's make some sense of it
Twenty bucks says you're my best bet
A hundred bucks says you're not worth the weight
Wait, I've got a plan: I'll conjure a charade
Depicting me as the consistency that's scattered through your brain
I'll keep you flattered to fuel your narcissistic flame
Cause that's the one thing that's to blame for your insatiability
But it's all an act, and that's a fact
I don't have the tact to keep your satisfaction (you're never satisfied)
You'll graze my imperfections
And start thinking that I'm not enough to satisfy your needs
Well we talked it out, pitched in two cents
Let's make a deal, let's make some sense of it
Twenty bucks says you're my best bet
A hundred bucks says you're not worth the weight