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I'm sharing this bed with seven sisters, and youI'm sharing this bed with seven sisters, and youAnd I'm holding a baseball bat between us:I'm holding a baseball bat between us:The soldiers are coming!And there's an illiteracy between our legsWhere parts of me are you and parts of you are meAnd I'm wearing the costumes of childrenSo I can confuse, become themBut how do you know what's underneath?What kind of creature is in me?And there's an illiteracy between our legs (I tried to ignore it!)This part / that partWhich part / both partsPlease say / wrong partsWhich word? / safe word!Do you have a safe word?(I don't have a safe word)Do you have a safe word?(I don't have a safe word)Do you have a safe word?(I don't have a safe word)SongtexteDo you have a safe word?(I don't have a safe word)(Can you start it a little bit earlier?)She shows me a constellation of bites and marks I've left on her bodyOf bruises from the way we share our bed with seven other maresThe soldiers are coming! Aus Songtexte Mania