The Misbegotten

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If you don't have the guts
To tell me who you are
If you don't have the look
Then you might not get us far

I dusted down your childhood
I gave you mine to share
I let you in my pockets
There's enough loose change to spare

Could you be the last
You should have been the first
You played me as you threw me in a twisted universe

You touch me in a way
Like no one in this world
I don't even know if you're a boy or you're a girl

I like
The way you touch me
(Touch me, touch me, touch me, touch me)

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For we are the misbegotten
Live with me through dark and light
On a journey into the unknown
While we feel wild tonight

I met a poet in a hotel
Just the other night
He said he lived in Aberdeen
And would I like to take his life

Then I found two girls
In matching bathing suits
While he would like to dye my hair
At least let me do your roots

It seems lately I've been struck
With what I really am
You can't see it in a picture
Or in a photograph

But I like the way you touch me

I like the way you touch me

I like the way you touch me
(Touch me, touch me, touch me, touch me)