Damaged Goods

In her riot gear and her tattooed tear
Here comes the girl of your dreams
With a snide remark and a tartan scarf
Thick enough to muffle your screams
Now the gentle fist of your analyst
Does it hit too close to the bone
With the money gone and the blindfold on
You could never find your way home

Chorus: Begging for mercy and fit to be tied
I hope you're finally satisfied
Between the lollipops and leather hoods
Won't you ever learn to keep your hands off of these damaged goods

Was it common sense or a false pretense
Did you think that you were immune
To the silent charm of a twisted arm
You were much too weak to refuse
Now the room's a mess and the cocktail dress
That was torn and stained by the doubt
Is a souvenir of a sad career
You'd prefer that we don't talk about

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And some people will never understand
Until they're faced with this ugly truth
They're first in line to extract an eye for a tooth

Now her brooding face is so commonplace
It still hurts when when you're feeling no pain
But you barely flinch when the nerve is pinched
Though you're struggling to hide the strain
And the fingerprints have all vanished since
She was fondled beyond repair
In a secret land where she felt the hand
As if it had really been there

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