How To Count

Took a page of the prose Blu-Tacked to your wall
 And a woman in a blue robe's seducing you in her vulgarity
 It turned me off, this object of lust
 I only wanted to be taken seriously
 I only wanted to be taken seriously
 I saw your enemy out, he brought your face to mind
 The lust of black lashes, complete hospitality
 He turned up and the hate drained out
 But for a stupid mistake, I wouldn't see it that way now
 But for a stupid mistake, I wouldn't see it that way now
 But love can teach you how to count
 How to live without a good, good enough reason
 And love is the exact amount
 You withdrew upon leaving
 (Mmm)
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 And on the cool slate of Baker Street, we made love on the vanity
 You were trying a black haircut, getting swept into the sink
 It turned me on, with good reason
 I only wanted to be taken seriously
 I only wanted to be taken seriously
 Then
 But love can teach you how to count
 How to live without a good, good enough reason
 And love is the exact amount
 You withdrew upon leaving
 And love can teach you how to count
 How to live without a good, good enough reason
 And love is the exact amount
 You withdrew upon leaving
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