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Damien Rice Kicks Ass, But Was Probably a Loser Boyfriend (Accidental Babies)

Well I held you like a lover
Happy hands, and your elbow in the appropriate place
And we ignored our others
Happy plans with a delicate look upon your face
Our bodies moved and hardened
Hurting parts of your garden
With no room for a pardon
In a place where no one knows what we have done

Do you cum together ever with him?
Is he dark enough, enough to see your light?
Do you brush your teeth before you kiss?
Do you miss my smell?
Is he bold enough to take you on?
Do you feel like you belong?
Does he drive you wild?
Or just mildly free?
What about me?

Well you held me like a lover
Sweaty hands, foot in the appropriate place
And we used cushions to cover
Happy glands and the mild issue of our disgrace
Our minds pressed and guarded
While our flesh disregarded
the lack of space for the light-hearted
in the boon that beats our drum

And I know I make you cry
And I know sometimes you wanna die
But do you really feel alive without me?
If so be free
If not, leave him for me
Before one of us has accidental babies
For we are in love

Do you cum together ever with him?
Is he dark enough, enough to see your light?
Do you brush your teeth before you kiss?
Do you miss my smell?
Is he bold enough to take you on?
Do you feel like you belong?
Does he drive you wild?
Or just mildly free?
What about me?
What about me?

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