His indiscretions, oh you don't mind
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He says your thoughts need form but your form's not hard to find
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These late night sessions, he's master still
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Just one more lesson leaves you twisting to his will
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Every night he comes and goes again
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Every night he comes and goes again
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Every night he comes and goes again
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If it isn't right, it isn't him
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He makes corrections, you shut the blinds
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You're talking less and less but the words aren't hard to find
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His last suggestion, it makes you ill
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Still one more lesson leaves you twisting to his will
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Every night he comes and goes again
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Every night he comes and goes again
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Every night he comes and goes again
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If it isn't right, it isn't him
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The Tenure Itch
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| The Pains Of Being Pure At Heart |
