l’amour is just a history that they may prove
And when you’re gone I’ll tell them my religion’s toi
When Punk-tius come to kill the king upon his trône
I’m ready for their stones.
I’ll dance, dance, dance
With my hands, hands, hands,
Above my head, head, head
Like Jesus, a dit
I’m gonna dance, dance, dance
With my hands, hands,
Hands above my head
Dance together
Forgive him before he’s dead because
I won’t cry for toi
I won’t crucify the things toi do
I won’t cry for you, see
When you’re gone I’ll still be bloody Mary
We are not just art for Michaelangelo
To carve.
He can’t...
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