Lyrics
(I wasn't ready)
I'll have someone take a picture
If you really can't remember
My great new-found leather outfit
Come on
Dying for your attention
All night, your paper doll
From a distance you quite affect me
You'd be surprised
As an object, it's quite venerating
Dying for your attention
All night, your paper doll
Exacto, de facto
Concise, quite right
Come here and cut me out
There's a dotted line to follow
Come here and cut-cut-cut-cut-cut me out
Without a guide
I'll love you like the first night
For the rest of our lives
Mr. Big Shot always forgets to introduce his wife
That date you can't remember
Well, it happened in December
That ridiculous affair in the carriage house
With the swingers
Dying for your attention
All night, your paper doll
Exacto, de facto
Concise, quite right
I'll love you like the first night
For the rest of our lives
Mr. Big Shot always forgets to introduce his wife
Come here and cut me out
There's no dotted line
Pull on the leash like a side piece
It's about time
Come here and cut-cut-cut-cut-cut me out, alright
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