Sting
She said I looked just like Sting
Well tantric sex is not my thing
I’ve never sent a message in a bottle
Or walked on the moon or other twaddle
For every breath I bleeding take
Standing so close to me is a big mistake
You wrapped me around your finger
De do do do de da da da don’t linger
You see I can’t stand losing you
So lonely, so lonely who knew?
I’m in pain I’m the king of pain
I’m wrapped around your finger again
Invisible sun where has it gone
Her beds too big without you son
Roxanne turn off that red light
The synchronicity is shite
She said I looked just like Sting
Good god dear what were you thinking
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