Sneaky little
Man-made sucker punch
Fooling around
With the printer′s son
You and me fit each other
Like a glove
Fit each other
Like a glove
Hiding in the closet
Like a hurricane
Feeling around
For a formal snake
You and me know we're not
What we′re supposed to be
Know we're not
What we're supposed to be

Slip me your number
Pretty colors
You feel for the right one
With your tongue
My imagination
Is pulling right out
Of the station

Pull down the shades
So you′re not opaque
Peel back the layers
Of your birthday cake
Like you know what you want
But you cannot have
Know what you want
But you cannot have
Sinning upstairs
In the fort we made
Kidding ourselves
That it′s just a phase
You oughta know by now
That we're born this way
Know by now
But you don′t wanna say

Coz you're afraid
Of a bitter pill
That you long to
Swallow anyway
My imagination
Is pulling right out
Of the station

You′re on the other side
Of a broken fence
Other side
Of a broken fence
Why don't you knock it down
And come on out?
Knock it down
And come on out?

Sell me your rainbow
Fellow stranger
Do I look the part
To you anyway?
My imagination
Is pulling right out
Of the station

When you least expect it
She enters again
Spinning around
In a dress, just confess
What a mess you′ve made
Feelings tied
Misty eyes
Will he, won't he
Loosen the string
Let it swing
Astray in the air?
He cycles around
Painting the town
Make up your mind
Your mind

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