Maybe I'm just trippin limpin over lost romantics that slipped away crimpin up my style my reflection my direction until a prince charmin came along and stole my heart away but I've always had my way even when I thought I didn't Mr. Clinton could you please not push my buttons I don't need another daddy not with the one I already have he takes care of me like a princess something you never did so now I'm makin bad decisions despite the call of my ambitions could he really be in love cuz if he is I've got the feelin this is it but we're both young and we both like to have fun and why we can't do it together won't ever even matter a shit because youth breeds greed which breeds needs which breeds hate and confusion a contusion it will only be a removal you shall only need a few years of maturity to be had and be free if you really loved me you'd come back to me but you already did so have you passed the test or have you memorized all your answers from reading the book of thieves I grieve, retreat, and hand you the receipt hey pretty boy thanks for stopping by but your momma gonna need you soon I'm not tryin to take her place I can't fill her space or even the base of the emptiness her memory creates I just want to love you and be loved back by a man who does not think he's my dad or by a boy who thinks I'm his mommy trust me I've been through all that if that is true love then I might have to pass but if you think you've got something else to offer then I'm willing to take a stab in the dark throw away all inhibitions ammunition and programmed intuitions for just one more night when things weren't so complicated when they reciprocated each touch each moan each crime of passion because if I died the next morning, I would've been happy and I would've never needed hell to appreciate your heaven.
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It's ok for this to decay because in the ending when I finish mending you won't even remember any of it our kisses sew our lips together under stormy weather so we wouldn't have to see the destruction coming towards you and me brains full of stones dusty musty rusty and crusty will you ever come clean to what I mean to what you want to what you need and maybe if it's true if it's really something we could do I'll follow you to the ends of these gray strands of smoke rings spiral down with me my baby kangaroo and realize from far away it looks like we're tumbling in a straight line straight through straight down to the bottom of this bottle where I'll be trapped, you'll be trapped, we'll be trapped, for all eternity but rest assured reassured baby cuz forever won't ever be a bother when you've got me and never will you have to go hungry again and never will you have to bear the burden alone leaving scars across your bare body burning my skin without your intentions but my grumpy bear I will not despair someday your poppa gonna buy you a mockingbird so perfect it mocks all the other birds but sadly you'll grow up and grow old and realize their songs aren't original or divisional and where will you be stuck in a tree trying to lure down a turkey just for some diversity maybe one day you'll learn to be free you'll figure out how to make your own wings and fly back down up my way on your way through the desert deserting all your troubles running away from your problems several years of silence pass and I'll be waiting I'll be patient to see my patient one more time who couldn't wait to be fed by my body into my body he would dive for pearls from an oyster shell to make me a necklace to rival all the rest for her neck was the best and her ass was the best her tits her tats her hips her laugh her lips and her pussy whip would always be the best and he knew it that's why he's got a closet in the back of his mind slowly crumbling with time full of pictures and words that didn't rhyme to remind him of me of reveries of smoothies of movies of days gone by and of all the rocks he pounded until they turned into sand and slipped through his hands like every woman that was in his demand.
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It's ok for this to decay because in the ending when I finish mending you won't even remember any of it our kisses sew our lips together under stormy weather so we wouldn't have to see the destruction coming towards you and me brains full of stones dusty musty rusty and crusty will you ever come clean to what I mean to what you want to what you need and maybe if it's true if it's really something we could do I'll follow you to the ends of these gray strands of smoke rings spiral down with me my baby kangaroo and realize from far away it looks like we're tumbling in a straight line straight through straight down to the bottom of this bottle where I'll be trapped, you'll be trapped, we'll be trapped, for all eternity but rest assured reassured baby cuz forever won't ever be a bother when you've got me and never will you have to go hungry again and never will you have to bear the burden alone leaving scars across your bare body burning my skin without your intentions but my grumpy bear I will not despair someday your poppa gonna buy you a mockingbird so perfect it mocks all the other birds but sadly you'll grow up and grow old and realize their songs aren't original or divisional and where will you be stuck in a tree trying to lure down a turkey just for some diversity maybe one day you'll learn to be free you'll figure out how to make your own wings and fly back down up my way on your way through the desert deserting all your troubles running away from your problems several years of silence pass and I'll be waiting I'll be patient to see my patient one more time who couldn't wait to be fed by my body into my body he would dive for pearls from an oyster shell to make me a necklace to rival all the rest for her neck was the best and her ass was the best her tits her tats her hips her laugh her lips and her pussy whip would always be the best and he knew it that's why he's got a closet in the back of his mind slowly crumbling with time full of pictures and words that didn't rhyme to remind him of me of reveries of smoothies of movies of days gone by and of all the rocks he pounded until they turned into sand and slipped through his hands like every woman that was in his demand.
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Where did you go? You OK?