Like a ton of bricks it hits
Before she finishes her sentence
As the predicate predicts
A swift ending to her presence
I could see it coming from a mile away
At six hundred miles an hour
A surprise attack, a Tora Tora kamikaze (Tora Tora!)
No looking back
A tactic of considerable power, woah
It doesn't matter now what I should have done then
My heart was in the right place at the wrong time again
In close to half a second my composure was lost
And I had found my modesty
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