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And baby you are just beautiful,

from crown to your cuticles.

You held down my two sons,

you never frown when duty calls.

You know me, I gave you more than you can handle,

but you still keep a handle on it, 

even when I take something beautiful,

and vandal on it.

No more females? Well how come my emails,

got notes on a scandal?

It's like Eve with the apple,

a priest in the chapel,

overcome by the devil's tackle.

I'm still shackled in the battle,

I know I'm such a hassle.

Every time I let my thoughts go I get baffled,

still I hardly pause.

I just cross seas with these gnarly broads,

because it hurts me,

just to see what I finally lost.

So I guess I'm just a fiend.

Consumed by the scene.

The stage and the screens,

where it's just me and Keane