This is horror movie stuff.
The muffin is peach, you′re 'makin′ love'.
You mean this opera involves handcuffs?
I lay defeated.
Yeah, sour milk mouth, horseradish sweet.
She's a girl and she′s loving me.
But distance is my tendency.
I am defeated.
Have you lost your place?
(go away, go away)
I wore my doormat face.
(go away, go away, go away, go, go, go)
I hung my this or that.
(go away, go away, go away, go away)
I laid my welcome mat.
(go away, go away)
If I′m your oyster, where's the war?
You leave me gasping, tattered and torn.
I know you can′t find a fork.
I am just a little acorn.
Well, acorns grow to mighty trees.
You've got sauce, but you don′t have knees.
Now look who's asking pretty please.
I lay defeated.
Have you lost your place?
(go away, go away)
I wore my doormat face.
(go away, go away, go away, go, go, go)
I hung my this or that.
(go away, go away, go away, go away)
I laid my welcome mat.
(go away, go away)
Call your bathroom friends around.
I will fake a little frown.
I will be your little clown,
Easily defeated.
Yeah, shut the door and open wide.
Seconal and astroglide.
Fuck with me and traumatize.
Don′t you see i love your hide?
All the beauty that's trapped inside.
Can't you see i love your hide?
Can′t you see i love your hide?
Can′t you see it?
Have you lost your place?
(go away, go away)
I wore my doormat face.
(go away, go away, go away, go, go, go)
I hung my this or that.
(go away, go away, go away, go away)
I laid my welcome mat.
(go away, go away, go away, go, go, go)
Go away, go away, go away, go away,
Go away, go away
Writer(s): Peter Lawrence Buck, Michael E. Mills, John Michael Stipe, William Thomas Berry
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