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Obsexed

Dead Artist Syndrome

See the boys dancing, hard bodies on stage,
Flexing their muscles, in spikes, and in rage,
Can you see the sweat pumping out of their veins?
Lust burns like a fire, driving them insane.

Obsexed,
They break each others hearts,
Obsexed,
They can not keep apart,
Obsexed,
They give it all away,
Obsexed,
Then have hell to pay.

Amy buys a magazine, she's on the new frontier,
Johnny is a blue boy, trying to draw his Kenny near,
Cheryl is a party girl who never gets it right,
Randy is a TV who won't sleep alone at night.

Obsexed,
They break each others hearts,
Obsexed,
They can not keep apart,
Obsexed,
They give it all away,
Obsexed,
Then have hell to pay.

Passion's the addiction, and it burns inside, contained,
It can take a normal man and drive his soul insane,
Throw away a lifetime for a single spin with the one by the exit sign, who's smiling back again.

Obsexed,
They break each others hearts,
Obsexed,
They can not keep apart,
Obsexed,
They give it all away,
Obsexed,
Then have hell to pay.

Laughing as you roll in bed, the satin sheets unfurl,
I'll promise you anything to take you for a whirl,
Treat me like an angel, babe, I'll be heaven in your arms,
You'll know how much I love you when you wake up and I'm gone.

Obsexed,
They break each others hearts,
Obsexed,
They can not keep apart,
Obsexed,
They give it all away,
Obsexed,
Then have hell to pay,
Obsexed,
They break each others hearts,
Obsexed,
They can not keep apart,
Obsexed,
They give it all away,
Obsexed,
Then have hell to pay






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