and that's no time at all to be thinking about the best
I've heard you say it was bad sex and I've seen you wait to run for the next and you fall on that line that you use every time about not giving up your best yes, you fall on that line about not giving up your best
At five o'clock as the night becomes day they stumble out of taxis to their doorsteps with the smell of spent lust they've forgotten the love as they head down the halls to their beds and you know that's no time it's no time to think how it went and it's no time to think on what all of it means in terms of true happiness and you know it’s certainly no time at all to be thinking about the best
Well, I've heard you say it was bad sex and I've seen you wait to run for the next and you fall on that line that you use every time about not giving up your best yes— you fall flat on that line about not giving up your best
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The Best
Everybody wants some loving everybody wants some care so many minds shoot ahead to encounters instead they just can't be alone, I guess clandestinely tied to everyone they meet they think they have free license in everyone's bed so in the night life of a neon bar light they fill some emptiness in their heads
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