In alkaline

There’s something in the way she talks to me
She’s giving me the first and third degree
There’s something in the way she runs from me

There’s something in the way she wears her clothes
There’s something on her mind that no one knows
No one really knows quite where she goes
She’s killing all the little embryos
In alkaline

There’s something in the way she drinks her wine
There’s something in the way she’s never mine
There’s something in the way I crossed the line
She’s killing all the little embryos
In alkaline

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