Well here is me on tragedy I always want what's
out of
reach She pulls dyed black hair back and signs
f**k 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 by dear Always stupidly
sar-
castic my hyper spastic superhero girl So break
the
bruised monogamy And let him fade to memory your
erotic wet atomic eyes keep reoccurring in my
mind Do
me a favor please and touch your lips to mine
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