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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeillicit affairs
Make sure nobody sees you leaveHood over your head, keep your eyes downTell your friends you're out for a runYou'll be flushed when you returnTake the road less traveled byTell yourself you can always stopWhat started in beautiful roomsEnds with meetings in parking lotsAnd that's the thing about illicit affairsAnd clandestine meetings and longing staresIt's born from just one single glanceBut it dies and it dies and it diesA million little timesLeave the perfume on the shelfThat you picked out just for himSo you leave no trace behindLike you don't even existTake the words for what they areA dwindling, mercurial highA drug that only workedThe first few hundred timesAnd that's the thing about illicit affairsAnd clandestine meetings and stolen staresThey show their truth one single timeBut they lie and they lie and they lieA million little timesAnd you wanna screamDon't call me "kid, " don't call me "baby"Look at this godforsaken mess that you made meYou showed me colors you knowI can't see with anyone elseDon't call me "kid", don't call me "baby"Look at this idiotic fool that you made meYou taught me a secret languageI can't speak with anyone elseAnd you know damn wellFor you, I would ruin myselfA million little times
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