I sing a song for girls with A names every chance I get
There’s nothing new to this
Lewis don’t do us like this
I sing a lullaby for each one of you I forget
Is there something in your hips
Telling me to take that kiss
I break a bottle every time I get a chance to fly
Don’t waste nobody’s time
Pitiful young concubines
We get down to it, push on through it, leave it in the park
We’re moving in the dark
And stripping down the bark
If you ever find you’re waiting on a moment, girl
That won’t come to your world
In fashionable curls
Remind yourself of every mother who devoted time
Memorizing nursery rhymes
regurgitating countless lies
integrity and mystery abound in you
but nothing that we do
can disconnect the glue
so hold onto the moments where we all look fine
allow yourself the time
to go out of your mind
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