You stole my bicycle
So I had to walk
Twenty-six blocks in
Romeo, where'd you go?
It's been years and still no sign
But
The people in the street had overtaken you
By the time
Just like an amnesiac
Trying to get my senses back
Marry me, John
Marry me, John I'll be so good to
The dishes in the sink
Don't care if I wake late
Or
Keys are in my pocket
And they rattle you away
Seventh floor
We're sleeping underneath the bed
To scare the monsters out
With
Honey, the party, you went away quickly
But oh, that's the
Lover, I don't play to win
Befall the thrill until I'm
Your lips are red
My face is red from reading your
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