Wrapped around the finger like a string
You'd think, tipped off by the hound
Forty winks, and forty ounce
Hook and line and sinker, drinker
Fill it up to pounce
You sit there at the bar
I watch you from afar, still unmoved
Smoke a man's cigar
I watch you from afar, still unmoved, yeah
Find the pipe its pauper
My hands are molten copper
Every girl I ever loved has been a poster on the wall
Animals strike curious poses
Mirrors lead the senses to temptation
That is truth in television
Find the details in the devil I would fold them into mine
You sit there at the bar
I watch you from afar, still unmoved you're fucking weak
Smoke a man's cigar
I watch you from afar, still unmoved, yeah
If I'm the fucking pauper
My hands are molten copper
Every girl I ever loved has been a poster on the wall
Animals strike curious poses
Mirrors lead the senses to temptation
That is truth in television
Ugh, hit the bar
You got me on the run around
Only the best my darling I would cry
Reparation, reparation
Separation, separation anxiety
Every girl I ever loved, yeah, has been a figment or a doll
Animals strike curious poses
Mirrors lead the senses to temptation, ooh
That is truth in television
Run around
You got me on the run around