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Pillow Talk Little white lies Folded in pairs like socks, A drawer full of deceptions. But just who do you suppose You're lying to? The Queen of Spades is a contract killer, The Queen of Hearts a fool -- And I refuse the candied insults Offered by your lips. Your kisses dirty my skin But go no deeper. I scrub them off, when you're not looking. (Why the fuck am I still here?) A man in Bombay said to me, "I believe that when most people say, 'I love you,' they really mean 'I desire you.' What do you think?" I told him, "Sincerity is the key, And once you can fake that -- Baby, you've got it made."
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