Take your hands off of me 'cause I can't stand it any longer, no
From the moment you walked in this room with your hands on your hips
Every bone in my body's been screaming for mercy from you
Was it something that I said that might have given you those
Afterthought blues?
Did you have a bad day or are things around here always this way?
Provocation by a fool seems to be your only reason for pain
Even though I haven't whispered a word, I've stifled my screams
You're angry with someone and I've become someone for you
Was it something that you read that may have given you those paper cut blues?
Did you have a rough night or are things 'round here always this tight?
Muzeque, the masseuse has a touching reputation
You come in battered, you go out bruised with Muzeque the masseuse
Muzeque, the masseuse sells total indignation
Can never win, you always lose with Muzeque the masseuse
Am I still alive? In this nightmare I was screaming
All my dubious plans to get to the door in a nonchalant way have been
Ruthlessly hindered by you
Was it something in my head that made me think of your suburban tattoos?
Have you had a tough life or will questions like these bring me more strife?
Muzeque, the masseuse has a touching reputation
You come in battered, you go out bruised with Muzeque the masseuse
Muzeque, the masseuse sells total indignation
Can never win, you always lose with Muzeque the masseuse
The masseuse, the masseuse, the masseu-seus
The masseuse, the masseuse, the masseu-seus
The masseuse, the masseuse, the masseu-seus
The masseuse, the masseuse, the masseu-seus
And here it comes a flashback!! We're looking at a flashback!
Many years ago, she used to be a dear
We'd talk about investments, her life and her career
But something in her eyes turned the sparkle into glue
And somewhere in her mind every dream she had withdrew
(Let's talk about Muzeque, Muzeque, Muzeque)
Museque, the masseuse has a touching reputation
You come in battered, you go out bruised with Muzeque the masseuse
Muzeque, the masseuse sells total indignation
Can never win, you always lose with Muzeque the masseuse
The masseuse, the masseuse, the masseu-seus
The masseuse, the masseuse, the masseu-seus
Muzeque, the masseuse
Lourenso Marques - Muzeque the Masseuse Lyrics
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Take your hands off of me 'cause I can't stand it any longer, no
From the moment you walked in this room with your hands on your hips
Every bone in my body's been screaming for mercy from you
Was it something that I said that might have given you those
Afterthought blues?
Did you have a bad day or are things around here always this way?
Provocation by a fool seems to be your only reason for pain
Even though I haven't whispered a word, I've stifled my screams
You're angry with someone and I've become someone for you
Was it something that you read that may have given you those paper cut blues?
Did you have a rough night or are things 'round here always this tight?
Muzeque, the masseuse has a touching reputation
You come in battered, you go out bruised with Muzeque the masseuse
Muzeque, the masseuse sells total indignation
Can never win, you always lose with Muzeque the masseuse
Am I still alive? In this nightmare I was screaming
All my dubious plans to get to the door in a nonchalant way have been
Ruthlessly hindered by you
Was it something in my head that made me think of your suburban tattoos?
Have you had a tough life or will questions like these bring me more strife?
Muzeque, the masseuse has a touching reputation
You come in battered, you go out bruised with Muzeque the masseuse
Muzeque, the masseuse sells total indignation
Can never win, you always lose with Muzeque the masseuse
The masseuse, the masseuse, the masseu-seus
The masseuse, the masseuse, the masseu-seus
The masseuse, the masseuse, the masseu-seus
The masseuse, the masseuse, the masseu-seus
And here it comes a flashback!! We're looking at a flashback!
Many years ago, she used to be a dear
We'd talk about investments, her life and her career
But something in her eyes turned the sparkle into glue
And somewhere in her mind every dream she had withdrew
(Let's talk about Muzeque, Muzeque, Muzeque)
Museque, the masseuse has a touching reputation
You come in battered, you go out bruised with Muzeque the masseuse
Muzeque, the masseuse sells total indignation
Can never win, you always lose with Muzeque the masseuse
The masseuse, the masseuse, the masseu-seus
The masseuse, the masseuse, the masseu-seus
Muzeque, the masseuse
From the moment you walked in this room with your hands on your hips
Every bone in my body's been screaming for mercy from you
Was it something that I said that might have given you those
Afterthought blues?
Did you have a bad day or are things around here always this way?
Provocation by a fool seems to be your only reason for pain
Even though I haven't whispered a word, I've stifled my screams
You're angry with someone and I've become someone for you
Was it something that you read that may have given you those paper cut blues?
Did you have a rough night or are things 'round here always this tight?
Muzeque, the masseuse has a touching reputation
You come in battered, you go out bruised with Muzeque the masseuse
Muzeque, the masseuse sells total indignation
Can never win, you always lose with Muzeque the masseuse
Am I still alive? In this nightmare I was screaming
All my dubious plans to get to the door in a nonchalant way have been
Ruthlessly hindered by you
Was it something in my head that made me think of your suburban tattoos?
Have you had a tough life or will questions like these bring me more strife?
Muzeque, the masseuse has a touching reputation
You come in battered, you go out bruised with Muzeque the masseuse
Muzeque, the masseuse sells total indignation
Can never win, you always lose with Muzeque the masseuse
The masseuse, the masseuse, the masseu-seus
The masseuse, the masseuse, the masseu-seus
The masseuse, the masseuse, the masseu-seus
The masseuse, the masseuse, the masseu-seus
And here it comes a flashback!! We're looking at a flashback!
Many years ago, she used to be a dear
We'd talk about investments, her life and her career
But something in her eyes turned the sparkle into glue
And somewhere in her mind every dream she had withdrew
(Let's talk about Muzeque, Muzeque, Muzeque)
Museque, the masseuse has a touching reputation
You come in battered, you go out bruised with Muzeque the masseuse
Muzeque, the masseuse sells total indignation
Can never win, you always lose with Muzeque the masseuse
The masseuse, the masseuse, the masseu-seus
The masseuse, the masseuse, the masseu-seus
Muzeque, the masseuse
Writer: Lourens Oberholzer
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