Plant my lips across your neck.
Barnacles on a ship wreck.
England shirt a second skin.
It hurts you never let me in.
All the cute kids turn out to be lesbians.
Camp as crepe paper, will the man please stand up.
At school they tied me in a sack.
Kicked me nearly broke my back.
They held my and held me tight.
I don't know why it felt just right.
All the cute kids turn out to be lesbians.
Camp as crepe paper, will the man please stand up.
Scoured for love across the stars.
Found the proof in cuts and scars.
You commandeered my circuitry
The day you kissed, held and hit me.
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