Stick-Up, by Lovecrafter
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Pick it up / but let it down/ gently
Lay it down / and throw them up/ quickly
Hands on your head
Take two steps back
Freeze now baby
But watch that back
It's a stick up
You slip through my fingers
You're like salt and sand
Waves crashing on my ears
Think I'm still on land
I'm not going to let you
Escape from this crime
I'm not going to let you
Get a way this time
Twirl it right/ and criss-cross out/ of here
Spin the left/ but to and fro/ and cheer
No sudden moves
Stop where you are
You will be caught
Won't get that far
It's a stick up
You change with the repeat
You're like alibis
Clever shake off artist
Won't carry your lies
I'm not going to let you
Escape from this crime
I'm not going to let you
Get a way this time
Sneaky, sneaky
So very sneaky
Sharp as a tack
And just as witty
Creaky, creaky
Loud and creaky
Ever complain
And always pity
Don't be sad/ and stop running/ from me
Be happy/ and sit a while/ don't flee
It's a stick up
You fall into this hole
You're like depression
So we are not perfect
But an obsession
You slip through my fingers
You're like salt and sand
Waves crashing on my ears
Think I'm still on land
I'm not going to let you
Escape from this crime
I'm not going to let you
Get a way this time
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Posted: 2010-11-06 03:31:21 UTC |
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