Damaged Goods
I know my worth and I add a tax
Tax for all the men who came before you
Oh, don't forget the interest
Intrest for all the time I spent waiting on you
You pay the intrest then you pay your bill
And when you've tasted me and I've tasted you
That tax has to be paid because the tax man is coming
The damage has to be paid for
And you've signed up to pay.
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