The only way I felt alive was on a bet
to put a gun to my head and play Russian Roulette.
The thrill of steel possibly rushing through my brain
at close range
sent me on a high,
yes, I was willing to die.
I’ve tempted fate to boredom
now it was time to look into whoredom.
I performed death defying acts
right here on my back!
Until you walked into a cafe
and greeted me, saying have a nice day.
Who are you and what’s your game
to this man with no name?
We see each other in passing
and he was mine for the asking.
I couldn’t let him get away
so now I must say
he took me in as a woman
and showed me proper lovin’.
He turned me right side in
and freed me from my sin.
Now I know what being alive is
it’s all about me being his.
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