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  • I can't lie on this bed anymore it burns my skin
    You can take the truthful things you've said to me
    And put them on the head of a pin
    Poor napoleon
    You always look so disappointed when I take my stockings off
    Don't you know the facts of life, boy
    Don't you know what these things cost
    She was selling stolen kisses to travelling salesmen and minstrel singers
    You put a penny in the slot
    She called you her magic fingers
    Poor napoleon
    I bet she isn't all that's advertised
    I bet that isn't all she fakes
    Just like that place where they take your spine
    And turn it into soapflakes
    So good night little school boy, you'd better learn some self control
    Did you mess up your hairstyle, pour scorn in your begging bowl
    Bare wires from the socket to the bed where you embraced that girl
    Did you ever think there's far too many people in the world?
    One day they'll probably make a movie out of all of this
    There won't even have to be a murder just a slow dissolving kiss
  • I can't lie on this bed anymore it burns my skin
    You can take the truthful things you've said to me
    And put them on the head of a pin
    Poor napoleon
    You always look so disappointed when I take my stockings off
    Don't you know the facts of life, boy
    Don't you know what these things cost
    She was selling stolen kisses to travelling salesmen and minstrel singers
    You put a penny in the slot
    She called you her magic fingers
    Poor napoleon
    I bet she isn't all that's advertised
    I bet that isn't all she fakes
    Just like that place where they take your spine
    And turn it into soapflakes
    So good night little school boy, you'd better learn some self control
    Did you mess up your hairstyle, pour scorn in your begging bowl
    Bare wires from the socket to the bed where you embraced that girl
    Did you ever think there's far too many people in the world?
    One day they'll probably make a movie out of all of this
    There won't even have to be a murder just a slow dissolving kiss