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Oh, I've been slamming my head through windows
Just to take away the pain
With the ground up above and the sky below
I've watched my soul drippling down the drain

And baby, baby boy
You know you got me
I'm your toy
But you can't play me, for a fool
You reel me in, but I'm the spool

And baby, I'm not your play thing
But the devil makes work for idle hands
Yes baby, I'm not your play thing
But the devil makes work for idle hands

Idle hands and man's so scares,
He runs straight into loves dark lair
Hands gripped walls to lead him where?
He do not know, he do not care

And baby, I'm not your play thing
But the devil makes work for idle hands
Yes baby, I'm not your play thing
But the devil makes work for idle hands

Idle hands and man's so scares,
He races into loves dark lair
Hands gripped walls to lead him where?
He do not know, he do not care

So now I'm hiding my head in the sandpit
Just to take away the shame
With the devil on both shoulders
I can see there's no one to blame

And baby, baby boy
You think you got me
I'm your toy
But you can't play me, for a fool
Take your idle hands, and find another tool

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