| dressed in in innuendos i pick you up beneath the mosh-pit of animals like crackers we split like broken pieces of crayon coloring dyslexic words in fear of holy matrimony do you fuckin remember our friendship was illegal persuing the dirty blonde as an alien landing in her insides its truth i taste the syrum, wept for more chain reaction flicks off the ant a farm of losers & loners by himself presses play rewind the past dwell on the 4th or the 21st time you ever got laid. |
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