Babe, I know how you wanna give me all that I want The trouble is, I don't even want the things that I want But I wanna be the hand that turns on your clock I wanna be the paper that wins over rock I wanna be the profit of your lucrative stock I wanna be every single whole in your sock
Couldn't even hurt me when you're being rough When I think of pain, it ain't you I'm thinking of You shouldn't trust a single word that I'm saying That shit just slips out every time that we're playing
I'm the opportunity that never knocks I wanna be the anchor that keeps you at the dock I wanna be the key that fucked up your lock I wanna be the wolf that abandoned the flock
All I wanna be, all I wanna be, all I wanna be Is the hand that turns on your clock I wanna be the danger that lurks on your block I wanna be the priest when you called for the cops
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