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your words come dipped in honey
a tiny slice of cyanide inside
your skin is as soft as a bunny
but you're out of control in this crazy ride

you kiss me to feel a bit better
i can taste his bitterness drooling from your lips
thanking god that you ever met her
taking account of all her various trips

though you see the charade
you keep rolling the dice
you're still playing the game
isn't it a shame?

you sneak into bed with him
clinging on real tight
acting out on a whim
only just for the night

you say that the spark has gone
that we never even tried
but i was always at home
and got nothing to hide

though i see the charade
i keep rolling the dice
i'm still playing this game
now isn't this nice?

isn't it a shame?
isn' it nice?
isn't it a shame?
isn't it nice?