Freud says she has an external locus of identity
She could have walked away any time at all
But she has this external locus of identity
So she feels about herself they way men see her
My job was watching, not bad job for sex addict
I made sure no woman choked beaten raped
I had my billy club and my Microtech switchblade
No guns allowed here in paradise alley
Thursday is Popo day, cops get a free 15
Protection runs 50%
She could have walked away any time at all
I had to watch her get used like a blow up doll
The men always take it back when the time comes
They control the release
And I can see it in her eyes, an overwhelming love
An inner peace that can't be faked
She feels wanted, needed, useful, appreciated, loved
Just for that one second then the man is a man
Again, not a father figure or a boyfriend
And I always cry then, even now I can hear them
And she could just walk away any time at all
But she has an external locus of identity
She feels about herself how men feel about her
The wrong men
Well for the first time I fell in love
I wanted that look on her face all the time
Take her away from all this false paradise
I took her on a Tuesday, stole a Honda and
Drove into new jersey states flew by
At night in the hotel I told her how I feel
She seemed scared and confused
So I loved her like a John and her eyes were an
Overwhelming love all night long
I didn't do a bad job for a sex addict
She loved me authentically, a real true love
And each time she came my eyes reflected hers
In the morning we went to Ihop
And the world caved in
Freud says she has an external locus of identity
But Freud never saw a case like this
Freud never witnessed a lifetime of trauma
Spilling out on the innocent pancakes
Venomous syrup and pure and deeply resonant hatred
Stemming not from fear but loathing anger
She cut me 15 times before I felt it, f*cking butter knife
Bleeding in the coffee overturned the buffet
Took it out on the Ihop and the one who loved her
I kept thinking this is like the movie, this is Pulp Fiction
Like a sequel or something
We were silent all the way back to paradise alley
She went back to her fishing
I work out front now, and we haven't talked since Kansas
We haven't talked since Kansas
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Freud says she has an external locus of identity
She could have walked away any time at all
But she has this external locus of identity
So she feels about herself they way men see her
My job was watching, not bad job for sex addict
I made sure no woman choked beaten raped
I had my billy club and my Microtech switchblade
No guns allowed here in paradise alley
Thursday is Popo day, cops get a free 15
Protection runs 50%
She could have walked away any time at all
I had to watch her get used like a blow up doll
The men always take it back when the time comes
They control the release
And I can see it in her eyes, an overwhelming love
An inner peace that can't be faked
She feels wanted, needed, useful, appreciated, loved
Just for that one second then the man is a man
Again, not a father figure or a boyfriend
And I always cry then, even now I can hear them
And she could just walk away any time at all
But she has an external locus of identity
She feels about herself how men feel about her
The wrong men
Well for the first time I fell in love
I wanted that look on her face all the time
Take her away from all this false paradise
I took her on a Tuesday, stole a Honda and
Drove into new jersey states flew by
At night in the hotel I told her how I feel
She seemed scared and confused
So I loved her like a John and her eyes were an
Overwhelming love all night long
I didn't do a bad job for a sex addict
She loved me authentically, a real true love
And each time she came my eyes reflected hers
In the morning we went to Ihop
And the world caved in
Freud says she has an external locus of identity
But Freud never saw a case like this
Freud never witnessed a lifetime of trauma
Spilling out on the innocent pancakes
Venomous syrup and pure and deeply resonant hatred
Stemming not from fear but loathing anger
She cut me 15 times before I felt it, f*cking butter knife
Bleeding in the coffee overturned the buffet
Took it out on the Ihop and the one who loved her
I kept thinking this is like the movie, this is Pulp Fiction
Like a sequel or something
We were silent all the way back to paradise alley
She went back to her fishing
I work out front now, and we haven't talked since Kansas
We haven't talked since Kansas
She could have walked away any time at all
But she has this external locus of identity
So she feels about herself they way men see her
My job was watching, not bad job for sex addict
I made sure no woman choked beaten raped
I had my billy club and my Microtech switchblade
No guns allowed here in paradise alley
Thursday is Popo day, cops get a free 15
Protection runs 50%
She could have walked away any time at all
I had to watch her get used like a blow up doll
The men always take it back when the time comes
They control the release
And I can see it in her eyes, an overwhelming love
An inner peace that can't be faked
She feels wanted, needed, useful, appreciated, loved
Just for that one second then the man is a man
Again, not a father figure or a boyfriend
And I always cry then, even now I can hear them
And she could just walk away any time at all
But she has an external locus of identity
She feels about herself how men feel about her
The wrong men
Well for the first time I fell in love
I wanted that look on her face all the time
Take her away from all this false paradise
I took her on a Tuesday, stole a Honda and
Drove into new jersey states flew by
At night in the hotel I told her how I feel
She seemed scared and confused
So I loved her like a John and her eyes were an
Overwhelming love all night long
I didn't do a bad job for a sex addict
She loved me authentically, a real true love
And each time she came my eyes reflected hers
In the morning we went to Ihop
And the world caved in
Freud says she has an external locus of identity
But Freud never saw a case like this
Freud never witnessed a lifetime of trauma
Spilling out on the innocent pancakes
Venomous syrup and pure and deeply resonant hatred
Stemming not from fear but loathing anger
She cut me 15 times before I felt it, f*cking butter knife
Bleeding in the coffee overturned the buffet
Took it out on the Ihop and the one who loved her
I kept thinking this is like the movie, this is Pulp Fiction
Like a sequel or something
We were silent all the way back to paradise alley
She went back to her fishing
I work out front now, and we haven't talked since Kansas
We haven't talked since Kansas
Writer: Bryan Bridges
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