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virgin prince
00:54
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virgin prince look at me
let me take yr “virginity”
gimme a smile don’t be afraid
it’s not that hard i’ll show you how
virgin prince get it over with
we’ll hang out then go to eliza’s house
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both knees
01:13
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i saw you in February
you kissed my lips drunkenly
you don’t remember what you said to me
but i remember what you said to me
today i went on an adventure and i skinned both knees
it goes without mention that it’d’ve been better had you been with me
i went to the museum of natural history
i had no hand to hold when i passed the parts that were scary
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fuck the flower
00:33
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couch potato
02:05
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(sound clip from Harold and Maude)
couch potato sitting on the couch
couch potato come into my mouth
i’m disillusioned by your diluted delusions
i’m defeated by your deleted devotion
it sounds stupid but it is wrong enough
let me look at you up close again in the fog
your dumb desires don’t die admired
my imitations weaken at each invitation
to enlighten another, any other
let me look up close again
couch potato sitting on the couch
couch potato come into my mouth
i’m disillusioned by your diluted delusions
i’m defeated by your deleted devotion
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plaguer
01:32
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you write the parts and then i play them
you hide your hearts where i plague them
you close your eyes so i can’t see them
wear a disguise until i leave there
i’m disaffected i do not mind
i’m in a castle you’re in hawaii
where did you go last night?
post-modern lovers do everything right
we drew with crayons on the floor
i have no feelings anymore
i wanna watch twin peaks but i’m waiting for you
i wanna do something but there’s nothing to do
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trains moving backwards into dark
your eyes closed you look like noah’s ark
my brain’s moving forward into light
like this we would wander in the night
well there’s still some alcohol in my blood
i swear to god your brain’s made of mud
my mom wants me to like nice boys tummy-filled-with-rice-boys
no drunk-backseat- or punk- boys no accidentally-love-boys
i’m on a ride that’s unnecessarily scenic
you sewed my mind shut so that i can’t see it
trains moving backwards into dark
eyes closed we’re walking in the park
our hands moving forward into light
yea well you don’t but my eyes just might
i like the feeling we can be friends
i’m not sure how i hit my head
i woke up lying under the sink
i fainted this morning and now i can’t think
my mom wants me to like nice boys, tummy-filled-with-rice-boys,
no drunk-backseat- or punk- boys no accidentally-love-boys
so crude they stop just to test you
i had to say don’t pet my head where it’s bruised
my moms mad i dont like nice boys
i just don’t like the ones who are gonna grow up into businessmen
providence left me on my hands and knees i’m bleeding
providence if you moved with me here it’d be so easy
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Frankie Cosmos New York, New York
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