Six million jaws hit the theatre floor
As I rest my hand in something wet and warm
I feel you watching from the corner of your eye
If you move closer to me. I won't mind
Just make it last. It's your skin, your hands, your face that's coming on
But it's regret that makes the cab ride home such a drag
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