Play me my favorite tune
Hide under the covers and never emerge
It's hot out there in the moon of June
Lay here and let our sins purge
Watch you from a distance
And cradle you with care
I'll meet you with some resistance
But I'm no longer in the Devil's snare
Wish for simplicity
Where all was cut and dry
Adore me for my eccentricity
Where I'm the target of your bull's eye
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