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How could I hate you? Can't even like you less So I just hate myself instead Why would I want to Wake up alone in my bed When I could have you here between my legs? I know you're no good But you're my wicked pleasure Feeding me charm In miniature measures Don't want a dish without salt Bread without butter If it's bad for me, good I feel bad suits me better Don't want a dish without salt Tea without sugar If it's bad for me, good I feel bad suits me better How could I hate you? Somehow I like you more You are just what I'm qualified for And when the last of the sand hits the hourglass floor Carve my name on the tombstone The badman's whore Don't want a dish without salt Bread without butter If it's bad for me, good I feel bad suits me better Don't want a dish without salt Tea without sugar If it's bad for me, good I feel bad suits me better Under the shadow of a mountain I pay no mind to move There is still some scattered light It warms me up like it could reach me inside And then I come into a clearing And then I come into a clearing And I come into a clearing