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And if you wed another I would have to kill you Both in bed, my lover, I would rather see you Dead and under covers than in front of the world Exposing for all others, skin in which I curled Chorus: I would be your Indian lover I would be your Indian lover I would be your Indian lover boy Feel my joy And if you touch a man then you can fully expect I will abort my plan to woo you so circumspect I'll cross the gates of Hell and sell What is left then of my soul In exchange I'll lay away my dying role Chorus Aesthetic discipline and caked in mud I would go down to the river wading in, Controlling the flow Not eat stitch of meat, nowhere, No leather on my back Until I knew which one was better, The love or the lacking And if you go at last and leave me here I will slowly run the gas into the invisible And fingering the match I'll strike one mortal final blow For every fool dispatched I'll retire into my burning inferno Chorus (x 2) |