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Orthodox Man

de Blaenavon

I'll be your orthodox man when you call
I'll be your slave, your pet
Seventh son or just your seventh fool
To make and strip the beds
The lining's thin, my temper worse
Come near me and I'm sure to burst the bubble
You're floating in
So chew me up and spit me out
Spread fear across my upper brow
Never drown, just keep spinning

Baby, just call I'll be here waiting late
Baby, just call I'll be here waiting, waiting, waiting
Baby, just call I'll be here waiting late
Baby, just call I'll be here waiting, waiting, waiting

I'll be your orthodox man when you call
I'll light your cigarettes
One excuse is all I need to crawl
Up to your feet, I wept
To hear you singing in the shower
I'll be your mat or a towel tower
Dry you with my bare hands
They're soft as polars'
Pressed so gently on your shoulder
Never bathe, please keep singing
Never bathe, please keep singing

Baby, just call I'll be here waiting late
Baby, just call I'll be here waiting, waiting, waiting
Baby, just call I'll be here waiting late
Baby, just call I'll be here waiting, waiting, waiting

I'll be your orthodox man when you call
I'll be your slave, your pet
Seventh son or just your seventh fool
At your feet I wept

Baby, just call I'll be here waiting late
Baby, just call I'll be here waiting, waiting, waiting
Baby, just call I'll be here waiting late
Baby, just call I'll be here waiting, waiting, waiting

Baby, just call I'll be here waiting late
Baby, just call I'll be here waiting, waiting, waiting
Baby, just call I'll be here waiting late
Baby, just call I'll be here waiting, waiting, waiting

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