Stick-Up

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By Lovecrafter

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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