Every man I fall for
Drinks his coffee black
Love and hate are tattooed on his knuckles, and
My name is on his back
Every man I fall for
Works the graveyard shift
He kiss me softly to wake me up
Then takes my place in bed
Keeps his anger on a string and holds it tight
When other men walk by blinking their eyes at me
He always picks a fight
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