Sixteens on the ride and bass,
Eights on the strings,
Singing in groups of threes,
And I don't understand a thing.
It brings honesty at true face value,
Looking into someone's eyes,
Breathing some of yours
Being some of mine.
Wondering if it will explode
In fists or kisses, hits or misses;
Shine a little more for show
Buy a little more for business.
Everyone's got their own egos to tame,
These bloodsucking demons,
So vain, so vain...
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