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She’s got graves for every hunchback in town

Who would offer their humps up to the Holy of Holies

Now, you may think that you’re safe in the crowd —

How fast can you run from the galloping Furies?

I’ve seen her waltzing through the war-tattered skies

Possessed by the drums of the Sanctum Sanctorum

But when I gaze into those black-market eyes

It makes me wanna give it all up

I’m okay, I’ve got my head on the ropes now

I’m just a quarter sort of a dime

And I’m at my knees to the tortuous tease

Thinking it’s time to slow down

But the statute she reads states that these tricks up my sleeves

Are gonna chew off my arm somehow

Sr. Androgenous is spindling over

Too brief a description of the sexual organs

In my confusion I have found my way

To the alter where they play tempestuous games:

I see my darling with her hair up in tangles

Fixing her men with fatal doses and damsels

And when I gaze into those black-market eyes

It makes me wanna give it all up

I’m okay, I’ve got my head on the ropes now

I’m just a quarter sort of a dime

And I’m at my knees to the tortuous tease

Thinking it’s time to slow down

But the statute she reads states that these tricks up my sleeves

Are gonna chew off my arm somehow

All I wanted was to hold you

And I’ve waited so long for the day

When I’ll be called into your pale room

Oh, my darling Enola Gay

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