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kinda like a b*tch
perfidious laments
they hold me like scissors
the crack between you lacks
i don’t believe in summer cause my mumma was a drummer in drag
the my*oh*my detective had a pretty awful rash on his hand
i find it kinda sick
i find it kinda crass
loaded false electra
care not for the facts
typhoid fever lover
with frills around the edge
strung out like teresa
kinda like a b*tch
i don’t believe in summer cause my mumma was a drummer in drag
i want a venomous distraction but therе’s always too much action at hand
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