I did a sick, sick thing to my love
My lack of loyalty, it swallowed her up
And she cooks me food
She squirmed and turned like a skeleton key
She left her man and attended to me

Don't call me that.
Don't claim you love me
cause you know that ain't true.
My dire affliction I'll attribute to you

And you're finally free
to twist and turn like a skeleton key.

You've gotta let me know.
You've gotta let me know.

I did a horrible thing to that girl.
I bread my misery and drowned it in her.
And she got me high,
And I hardly noticed there were tears in her eyes.

And I miss you less and less everyday.
This stream of whisky helps to wash you away.

And it's clear to see,
You're nothing special.
You're a skeleton key.

You've gotta let me know.
You've gotta let me know.
You've gotta let me know.
You've gotta let me know.

Whooo!

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