"a boy loves girl, girl plays with hearts
he knows everything what's written in words
but still he takes a chance to get his heart hurt.
and this shit called desperation that has him absurd
once he's hated, twice he longs to get beloved
but nothing happens the way he expects from the world
things only works on reality, of all things above
girl wants being comfy but in a nasty way
she needs his love of all the arena of ecstasy, on l-bay
if he speaks truth, she turns her face off of him,
though when he's glued with lies, she gets impressed ev’n by his every sin
whao, what a beautiful world we people living in
sometimes, i laugh at what happens, so sometimes do think...
that how funny 'tis universe ev'n the love rustling along with
he wants love but she wanna get horny
& when he makes her feel good, she rejoices being porny
corny his love, he loves her mawkishly
she gets undressed,oh. .. but the boy ain't so scrawny
eroticism's great as since romanticism overwhelmed by erotica
the delicacy of her petal lips - a glass of red wine, &...
to him, her bare body - just a pleasure of whole intoxication named vodka...
alright, every night she loves getting loosen up with him
after all, its both he & she love having themselves enrolled rolled up with sin
nothing's permanent, everything momentarily temporary
so when slight morn knocks at their spared bodies at dawn
what's left behind is only the bed of gone -- memories, we bury."
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