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I fought for felicity for me You know I cannot do it myself Stick your fingers in my mouth Pull my lips back and watch me smile Catch me on my troubled portion Maybe there is something there for you Look below her nylon stockings Snapped the double notch and left untied Some king chooser will wind up with my number I'll go to sleep Wait for my number to come Deep pockets, maybe deeper And always had a nickel to spare Now the blood blister's, blister's black As she washes her hands across her chest But if you're willing to call my machine Flip the coins and watch me light up Hope the time is right for it? When it's done, turn your back The king chooser has come for my number I'll just roll over on my back, wait for my number to come