Got to punch 

Right on target 

Twisting tongues 

Gotta stripe down his back 

All nine yards down her back 



Give me a cup of charm, 

Give me a cup of love, 

Pointers turn to lies and conversation fear. 



Got to punch 

Right on target 

Twisting tongues 

Gotta stripe down his back 

All nine yards down her back 



Give me a cup of charm, 

Give me a cup of love, 

Pointers turn to lies and conversation fear. 



What is in my mind? 

What is in my mind? 



Steady repetition is a compulsion mutually reinforced. 

Now what does that mean? 

Is there a just contradiction? 

Nothing much. 

Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep. 

If I should die before I wake, oh come on, hesitate, hesitate. 



Got to punch 

Right on target 

Twisting tongues 

Gotta stripe down her back 

All nine yards down his back 

Give me a cup of charm, 

Give me a cup of love, 

Pointers turn to lies and conversation fear. 



Conversation fear. Conversation fear. Conversation fear.