Living room, passing time, talking trash, sipping wine, I need something more substantial. New deck of playing cards, I don't like to work this hard, I think I'll have to cancel. I'm running out of time, I'm about to lose my mind. I got the six, Gimme your nine. Slow hand on the clock, I'm sitting here like a rock, I'm feeling so abnormal. Pictures in the magazines, all my thoughts are so obscene. Cover up that centerfold. I'm running out of time, I'm about to lose my mind. I got the six, Gimme your nine.
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