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Sunday, wake up, give me a cigarette.

 Last night's love affair is looking vulnerable in my bed

 Silk sheet, blue dawn, Colgate, tongue warm

Won't you quit your crying? I can't sleep

 One minute I'm a little sweetheart

 And next minute you are an absolute creep

 We've got obsessions

 I want to wipe out all the sad ideas that come to me when I am holding you

 We've got obsessions

 All you ever think about are sick ideas involving me, involving you