There she is
Looking for another boyfriend to harvest
She can never hold them down
Poor girl
That's just too bad for you
Another soul to harvest
Another hole to fill
It's the faustian deal
It's so surreal
It's no big deal
If you don't want to feel
And have no soul
Be left with a hole in your soul
Have a scrambled brain
And become insane
If you don't mind the humiliation
The weight to bear
The turmoil and despair
And getting so angry you start to lose hair
Another soul to harvest
Another hole to fill
It's the faustian deal
It's so surreal
It's no big deal
If you don't want to feel
And have no soul
Be left with a hole in your soul
Have a scrambled brain.
And become insane
She lies about her sexuality
And I can see the reality
Of this girl and her insane curls
Another soul to harvest
Another hole to fill
It's the faustian deal
It's so surreal
It's no big deal
If you don't want to feel
And have no soul
Be left with a hole in your soul
Have a scrambled brain
And become insane
If you were the man
You're plan would be a mess
You fall apart with stress
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There she is
Looking for another boyfriend to harvest
She can never hold them down
Poor girl
That's just too bad for you
Another soul to harvest
Another hole to fill
It's the faustian deal
It's so surreal
It's no big deal
If you don't want to feel
And have no soul
Be left with a hole in your soul
Have a scrambled brain
And become insane
If you don't mind the humiliation
The weight to bear
The turmoil and despair
And getting so angry you start to lose hair
Another soul to harvest
Another hole to fill
It's the faustian deal
It's so surreal
It's no big deal
If you don't want to feel
And have no soul
Be left with a hole in your soul
Have a scrambled brain.
And become insane
She lies about her sexuality
And I can see the reality
Of this girl and her insane curls
Another soul to harvest
Another hole to fill
It's the faustian deal
It's so surreal
It's no big deal
If you don't want to feel
And have no soul
Be left with a hole in your soul
Have a scrambled brain
And become insane
If you were the man
You're plan would be a mess
You fall apart with stress
Looking for another boyfriend to harvest
She can never hold them down
Poor girl
That's just too bad for you
Another soul to harvest
Another hole to fill
It's the faustian deal
It's so surreal
It's no big deal
If you don't want to feel
And have no soul
Be left with a hole in your soul
Have a scrambled brain
And become insane
If you don't mind the humiliation
The weight to bear
The turmoil and despair
And getting so angry you start to lose hair
Another soul to harvest
Another hole to fill
It's the faustian deal
It's so surreal
It's no big deal
If you don't want to feel
And have no soul
Be left with a hole in your soul
Have a scrambled brain.
And become insane
She lies about her sexuality
And I can see the reality
Of this girl and her insane curls
Another soul to harvest
Another hole to fill
It's the faustian deal
It's so surreal
It's no big deal
If you don't want to feel
And have no soul
Be left with a hole in your soul
Have a scrambled brain
And become insane
If you were the man
You're plan would be a mess
You fall apart with stress
Writer: Ryan Smith
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