Topic: Turn You Into a Song | |
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Where is your soul? Soaked into your bed?
Your thoughts are so old, wrinkled with words I never said You spoke to me so smoothly, assuming that you knew me Of our exchanging of air under the sun Of a midnight dance, although we’d already had one What is it that graces your mind and compels you to speak like this? Is it loneliness? Is it wine? Impersonating bliss? Which crimes against the body and heart Do I reasonably deserve? Which lines did you memorize for this part? And where did you find the nerve? Beads of sweat collect on my thighs I feel so foreign in this place With no real concept of time And only a blurred vision of your face There’s nothing I want more Than to turn you into the thing you’re best for Put you in the place you belong And turn you into a quaint little song. |
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I wish someone would write a song about me!
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I wish someone would write a song about me! Me too |
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I wish someone would write a song about me! Me too |
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I wish someone would write a song about me! Me too |
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Nice aminal ! (Lol)
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