Taken in thicker
Hitch it up
A wrinkled leech runs after
Your old bitchy luck
Lead on the seeing
To the brim
And you got to check
Every smile is cleanly dressed

You're waiting for your turn
So put on your most flattering shirt
Waiting for your turn

Reflected in glass
Got it too fast
For a thrill you can back
Nutty crap
Look to the ground
The self-doubt you found
Made your skin itch, you know
It ain't got no more stature, though

Waiting for your turn
You put on your most flattering shirt
Not to lose your nerve

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