The MatchmanThey tell me that he wants me
But this I can't believe
They tell me when he looks my way
His heart is on his sleeve
But I'm nobody's valentine
Now matter how I seem
Beneath this sleek exterior
There's no heart to redeem
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Golden apples of the sun
Let the world come undone
To the music of their screams
Let them all fall one by one
Don't believe there's a tomorrow
So I've wiped out yesterday
Save your whispers, pleas and bargains
We've said all there is to say
For I'm a lovely golden lady
With an evil golden mind
And my sparkling golden apple
(A fruit you can't judge by its rind)
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