A pity invitation to an awkward house,
For pseudo-boy who would rather wear a blouse,
I sincerely saw your skin for the very first time
My curly hair and a voting booth,
Confessing, this is the first time I've loved you,
And God I mean, God I mean it, I hope that I mean it
Cause like dying young, idols got the best of me,
Well don't stop calling, you're the reason I love losing sleep,
And the building collapse, we'll shop one for something
We'll shop for something better.
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