| Maybe if i shave my pussy
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| Then you’ll love me
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| Baby, will you love me?
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| I’m really feeling ugly
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| Pretending there is nothing
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| Is like erasing what is coming
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| Or ignoring the primal feelings
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| That are surging through your body
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| Oh, i really don’t know
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| How we can stand still
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| In all of this snow
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| Oh, i really can’t guess
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| How we can move
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| Through all of this mess
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| Credit card was worn out
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| Embarrassment at the checkout
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| All she needed was some honey
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| The lineup was getting impatient
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| With floating blue horses
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| And the floating blue flowers
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| Slowly getting pushed around
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| By the ceiling fans
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| Oh, i really don’t know
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| How we can stand still
|
| In all of this snow
|
| Oh, i really can’t guess
|
| How we can move
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| Through all of this mess
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| Maybe if i shave my pussy
|
| Then you’ll love me
|
| Baby, will you love me?
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| I’m really feeling ugly |