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um, can i be frank a moment? bare bellies are out. and she saunters wide eyed, vacuous. and i never ever will lie lie lie lie, lie lie lie lie.

and her "greats!" grate speaks in general. she's a greenhouse without pants. rainy bus stop, getting wetter. can't believe i, sweaty, did.

lie lie lie lie, lie lie lie lie.

slippery and stylish, sheen. she's sweaty, twist, dirty and rubbery. and unlike swings, she wiggles up. dirty, and leathery and lipstick stains. she stays for years, dirty and slippery and slinky things. she comes for days, dirty and clean, like a bad dream.

like a bad dream, like a bad dream.

maybe i'll wake up last july on a rooftop: P and I. stony washes of green and black gently give me my life back.

lie lie lie lie, lie lie lie lie.

slippery and stylish, sheen. she's sweaty, twist, dirty and leathery and lipstick stains. she stays for years, dirty and silvery and slinky things. she's sweaty twist, dirty and leathery and lipstick stains. she comes for days, dirty and clean, like a bad dream.

like a bad dream, like a bad, like a bad dream, like a bad, like a bad dream, like a bad.