And she calls herself Aphrodite
She'll make you feel high and
It gets under my skin, deep in my bones I've
I've been looking through your window
I've been confiscating your mail
I've
Go ahead and figure it out
I will lend an open
My sweet tooth cavity shoots
Pain up in my brain bringin'
Why be normal when you can be weird
Why show your
There's a tree in the city, it ain't lookin' pretty
Blessed
I live here in exile
My home is not my heart
They're
Wanda
My playful little friend
Who lives inside of me
She's good to
Stranger gives a homeless man a ticket to Hawaii.
Giving him
He shines like the moon
And he knows just who I
I'm gonna drink my whiskey, gonna have my man
I know
My day at the ocean
It's my day for collecting shells
It's
Thursday came, I was tired of the fire engines
Tired of
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