Wherefore Art Thou Gene Simmons

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[Verse 1]
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A mother said, "Beware of boys in bands
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Certainly don't let them write you songs
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For they will come to you on bended knee
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And kiss your pretty hands
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When the singing's done and the sun's up, they'll be gone"
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While her mother has a point, I might resent the implication
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That every boy who plays guitar plays women like Gene Simmons


[Verse 2]
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4600 photographs, stuck into a scrapbook beneath your bed
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4599 broken hearts, and one more you can't get out of your head
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And though you swear you can remember every pair of lips you've kissed
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Deep down you're scared there's one or two you might've missed


[Chorus]
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Oh-oh, Chaim Witz, wherefore art thou?
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Does your mother know who you are now?


[Bridge]
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Not that I can point a finger
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I've been a sinner just the same
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Fallen hard in love in motels
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And by sunrise lost their name
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And I have crept out into cold air
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In the smallest hours to leave
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And in the pockets of my jacket
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I've kept my last infidelities

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A navy coin and a broken plastic compass that someone gave me
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That can't find north anymore, just like me


[Chorus]
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Oh-oh, Gene Simmons, wherefore art thou?
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I could sure use a hand on my shoulder now


[Otro]
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When fidelity runs low
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Then there's the moment when you choose
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In the life of things you love
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Some you keep, some you loose