Flys through the air with the greatest disease
Takes little pills and calls them trapeze
I know you're right
Everything I do is true
Everything you do is right Bluebell to hell Looks so old she's made out of gold
Lo and behold a girl with a goal
I want to live in the smallest corner of the densest mind of the
You know who you are
fuckmost room and sing the stars they swing from the chandelier strings.
You don't try to rape a goddess You're dead meat motherfucker
You are so obvious.
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