All the Lazy Dykes
(Morrissey)
All the lazy dykes, cross armed at the palms, then legs astride their bikes, indigo burns on their arms
One sweet day, an emotional whirl, you will be good to yourself, and you'll come and join the girls
All the lazy dykes, they pity how you live, just "somebody's wife", you give, and you give,
And you give, and you give, give, and you give
And one sweet day , an emotional whirl, you will be good to yourself, and you'll come and join the girls
Touch me, squeeze me, hold me too tightly, and when you look at me you actually see me
And i've, never felt so alive, in the whole of my life, in the whole of my life
Free yourself, be yourself, come to the palms and see yourself
And at last your life begins, at last your life begins
At last your life begins, at last your life begins
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