Times like these, look above your head
times like these, there's an imposter under your bed
In the dark, think about your lovers
in the dark, count your fingers under the covers
Shrinking her legs for love
she's shrinking her legs for love
so much to ask
here or nothing
Times like these, look above your head
times like these, there's an imposter under your bed
Gone to friends in your barn, a bar
gone to friends and the lights on your face will come out
He climbed out of the scene
choking on her beads
now she worries love is over

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