Do You Really Want To Hurt Me?
Give me time
To realise my crime
Let me love and steal
I have danced inside your eyes
How can I be real?
Do you really want to hurt me?
Do you really want to make me cry?
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Ringside: Why would I listen to commercial-courting Hollywood hipster-boy music? Laid over sickly tight, too-cool production, some sneering, slightly nasal, dissolute vocals. Too many smokes, too many years of booze and coke. Exactly the kind of guy I'd sleep with even as I want so badly to hate him.
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"Say good night, Madame."
"Good night, faggot."
PP: Yeah, that's hot too. I just get caught up in the so-irritating-they're-kind-of-sexy vocals.
GS: I know, I know. I can't tell you hovv many times I've made that rnistake.
I saw this bumper sticker the other day on a block where
every house had a sign protesting the war or for peace:
I never thought I'd miss Nixon.
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