You don’t know what you’ve done
After dummy hunter shot a wrong rabbit
Honey just a compulsive habit
But you don’t know what you’ve done
You have never thought what you taught
Me
Boy I think something’s got in me
Prolactin
Oxytocin
Or the illusion I felt hot in
Or something
Compulsive habit
Jerry also never gave it
Neither did the police queen
Except the sheet
Boy I think someone’s killed in me
Big price for the mussels homicide
So bad hunting’s still my guide
You have never thought what you taught
Me
You don’t know what you’ve done
Said you don’t know what you’ve done
Compulsive habit my dear
Compulsive habit my dear
Compulsive habit my tear
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Published on e-Stories.org on 06/21/2006.
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