My lady, you are mad
the night time, your blind time
your mind out grew its shell and you can’t seem to speak
these pants are ripped at the seams, leaving me nude
babes speak, they shake
my dick is untouched
and now the fag is me
she says she misses me
she says a lot
he’s heading out west again
he’s trying to find his eyes
I can’t help him
she can’t help him
and I drank up all his milk
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