i'm all heart or all head
half-empty glasses, half dead
i'll drink me under the table
so i can look at your legs
i'll go to sleep with the lights on
to guide the way to my bed
virgin mary, quite contrary
how does your stomach grow?
sexless births,
stories rehearsed,
and your son on a cross made in rome
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ive got 100 dollhairs find me a plane ticket :(
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