She is me
I am her
She is me
I am her
Siamese
maybe i like you
maybe i do
oooooh oooooh oooooh
maybe i found
A-E-I I don't owe you nothing
Nothing
Nada, nunca
nothing, never
I don't fit
The Sylvia Plath story is told to girls who write
They
If you see me
If you see me
Just go away
Just go
This is a song about the seedy underbelly of the
Miss Mary Mac, Mac, Mac
All dressed in black, black, black
With
determined by many
determined by many
determined by many
determined by many
Don't need you to say we're cute
Don't need you to
Hey Girlfriend
I got a proposition goes something like this:
Dara ya
On a point in time-present undefined
And it's getting cold
All the doves that fly past my eyes,
have a stickiness
Red light stop
Green light go
I'm hearing voices
On my stereo
They wanna
an image from a long long time ago
is haunting me
it
Past the billboards and the magazines
I dream about being with
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