Well here is me on tragedy I always want what's out of reach She pulls dyed black hair back and sighs F*** that night out with the guys I never get a word in with them anyway
The telephone doesn't scare me anymore You're home and I am here alone my dear Always stupidly sacarstic my hyper spastic superhero girl
So break the bruised monogamy And let him fade away to memory Your erotic wet atomic eyes keep reoccuring in my mind Do me a favor and please touch your lips to mine
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