you picked me out of your man bouquet
but frog don't make floured croquette
i'm taking my cue's from our game of fool
_uiet is what these pockets will be
forever want to call home
forever hear ringing obscene
you are the girl
that jerked off t his world
and you'll be the one makes it tank
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