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Blue Gillespie - Fingered
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Don't tell me what my urges mean
Don't tell me what you think is clean
Don't stain my life with martyr's blood
Point your finger in the name of good
Don't tell me where to make my bed
Or I will finger you instead
I will finger you instead
Prying in lives begin
Hit the floor forever more
Make amends journeys end
Salt is poured on open sores
To screaming seal and one day feel
To be alive to cheat and lie
I ask you when was the time of men
If choices made were made by animals
Choices made were made by animals
Don't tell me what my urges mean
Don't you tell me what you think is clean
Don't stain my life with martyr's blood
Point your finger in the name of good
Don't tell me where to make my bed
Or I will finger you instead
I will finger you instead
How to win right to sin
Or call this sin a way to win
To win myself learn myself
Self respect to choose the sex
To love and hold to be so hold
To soundly choose nothing to lose
I ask to love when times are tough
And choices made are made by animals
Choices made are made by animals
Don't tell me what my urges mean
Don't you tell me what you think is clean
Don't stain my life with martyr's blood
Point your finger in the name of good
Don't tell me where to make my bed
Or I will finger you instead
I will finger you instead
Don't tell me what my urges mean
Don't tell me what you think is clean
Don't stain my life with martyr's blood
Point your finger in the name of good
Don't tell me where to make my bed
Or I will finger you instead
Don't tell me what you think is clean
Don't stain my life with martyr's blood
Point your finger in the name of good
Don't tell me where to make my bed
Or I will finger you instead
I will finger you instead
Prying in lives begin
Hit the floor forever more
Make amends journeys end
Salt is poured on open sores
To screaming seal and one day feel
To be alive to cheat and lie
I ask you when was the time of men
If choices made were made by animals
Choices made were made by animals
Don't tell me what my urges mean
Don't you tell me what you think is clean
Don't stain my life with martyr's blood
Point your finger in the name of good
Don't tell me where to make my bed
Or I will finger you instead
I will finger you instead
How to win right to sin
Or call this sin a way to win
To win myself learn myself
Self respect to choose the sex
To love and hold to be so hold
To soundly choose nothing to lose
I ask to love when times are tough
And choices made are made by animals
Choices made are made by animals
Don't tell me what my urges mean
Don't you tell me what you think is clean
Don't stain my life with martyr's blood
Point your finger in the name of good
Don't tell me where to make my bed
Or I will finger you instead
I will finger you instead
Don't tell me what my urges mean
Don't tell me what you think is clean
Don't stain my life with martyr's blood
Point your finger in the name of good
Don't tell me where to make my bed
Or I will finger you instead
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