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across a crowded room, the lone wolf was weaving his magic, casting his spell he blew the competition away, he was a monster of seduction, on a glorious trail of destruction, well his youth burned hard, he was a true bird of prey, he twitched like a peacock as he put himself on display, well he carried a grand illusion, he worked himself into a state of confusion, as he drank in the hope that his princess would come one day, she was still hangin' round and the boys had all tried, with the old hip and shoulder he pushed them aside, but his fingers are trembling, as he fumbles through the foreplay tonight, yeah he's still a true ladykiller down to the bone, from door to door he blunders like a travelling salesman, stokin' the fire he's out there doin' his homework again, but he can face just so much rejection, he's only searching for love and affection, but he carries his tail 'tween his legs like a wounded man, as he drank to the final solution, he sank into himself like a stone, it was guaranteed to drown the confusion, but he's still weaving between the tables tonight, god's gift is a terrible sight, but he's still a true ladykiller down to the last time he loved, she went straight to the heart, whoever she was she had the best of part, that part of himself that he longed to forgive, how he longed to remember and he longed to relive. but somewhere sometime somebody cares, in the meantime he dithers on half baked affairs, yeah they come and go like ships in a storm, and he wallows like a wreck in the wake of their scorn, yeah the girls are all leaving now, but he scrambles for that last little bit on the run, then it's back to the nest when the killing is done, yeah he's still a true ladykiller down to the bone

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Artist: hunters & collectors