You Always Go To The Parties To Pluck The
Feathers Off All The Birds On Your Knees I
Would Not Beg You Please I Want Your
Picture But Not Your Words You Know They′d Want
It, But There's No First On Your Own You
Cannot Call It Your Home We Always Rub
Our Hands Too Much We Know The Reasons, But
Such And Such On Your Own You Will Not
Catch Your Own Bone We Run Our Fingers
Together You Know It′s Easy, The Devil's Plan On
Your Own You Cannot Call Me Your Own
Jack Of All Trades Master Of None Cry All
The Time 'Cause I′m Not Having Fun You
Always Want To Be Forgiven The Devil Does What
You Ask Of Him On Your Knees You Cannot,
You Are Not For Free