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I get this feeling that is hard to explain
But it’s like I’ve lost my confidence
I’m so afraid that I will say something lame
So I just stick to compliments
Now, I know that I am doomed
When she walks into the room
And I’m already drunk on her perfume
She says I like my man to be strong but sweet
So you can be the honey in my whiskey
But there’s only so much that I can take
Cause a Little bit of sugar goes a long way
I’m open minded and I’m willing to change
To resemble the other guys
They’re all so cocky and they all dress the same
But I guess that’s what girls like
Now, I hope that she can see
The man that I could be
As she rolls her lovely eyes and says to me
I like my man to be strong but sweet
So you can be the rum in my daiquiri
But there’s only so much that I can take
Cause a little bit of fire goes a long way
I like my man to be strong but sweet
So you can be the honey in my whiskey
But there’s only so much that I can take
Cause a little bit of sugar goes a long way
I’m on my way to meet the girl of my dreams
I’ve got to show her that I care and that I don’t
Maybe I’ll pick her a bouquet of daisies
Or maybe I won’t
Or maybe I won’t
She says I like my man to be strong but sweet
So you can be the honey in my whiskey
But there’s only so much that I can take
Cause a little bit of sugar goes a long way
I like my man to be strong but sweet
So you can be the rum in my daiquiri
But there’s only so much that I can take
Cause a little bit of fire goes a long, long way
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Cross the sea where monsters, oft to play
Here be dragons, do steer clear
Bearing crosses and burning life away
There ain’t much left to hold dear
Anger rambles, and she’s taken hold out here
Steely wings they carry, wrath today
Ain’t no shelter to be found
Ocean swelling, Scylla’s price to pay
I’m afraid they ain’t come round
Getting worse now, they’re stealing water by the pound
But what of our disgrace
Our wretched human race
Barely keeping pace
Here we are again, the sinners light the way
Bring your torches, scorching sound
Laying waste, the holy church abounds
But Jesus Christ, he ain't around
In Your name they’re singing, bleeding water from the ground
But what of our disgrace
Our wretched human race
Barely keeping pace
On the sand, awash in foamy lace
Laid a clover and a crown
Tamam Shud, he would be proud
Shouldn’t have lived life quite so loud
And in closing, ain't no meanin' here today
Just a normal day in Hell
Run in circles, my words ain't worth the sound
Keeping focus? Not so well.
The gavel rings, the fences keep the riff raff out
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