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Ooh, did your sister take the fall?
She was moved most of all by how you flattered her.
I don’t think that you would sink that ship that’s only passing through,
because I don’t believe that you might be a murderess.
But I saw inside each small brown eye, as it was turning blue,
all the strength inside to do just what the Captain says and hang the rest.
“Ooh,” went the line in the song,
and we knew that it was wrong (though we believed in it).
“Ooh,” went the wall all night long.
But a lie’s a lie, no matter what guy’s breath’s in it.
I don’t know that it would show that it’s a lie right off to you;
I don’t think we could see through the things protecting it.
But I felt inside each outright lie, as it was turning true,
the ability to do all things expected of it.
And I don’t think that you would sink that ship that’s only passing through,
because I don’t believe that you could be a piratess.
Did you hide, inside each outright lie, before you turned it true,
the ability to do all things the Captain says?
Ooh, murderess, in the wilderness, with your victims all around you,
their combined love forms a pool your knife’s reflected in.
Now I’m ready, too, with my throat to you, on this island, by this moon.
What I want the most to do is prove I’m not like them.