Streak your eyelids cyan
Plump your lips with cayenne
You are yours, you’re in no man’s thrall
when you make yourself up like a doll
A heavy wind may make you light
but it don’t make you a kite
with your winged backpack, you’ll reach great heights quite soon,
while I’m hacking sandbags off a sinking hot air balloon
But would you bend over backwards for me?
I’m not that nimble myself, but I’m good on my knees
and I’m eager to please
Speak to me in absolutes,
Gothic lolita, sour cute
The truth lies in doing what the others can’t do,
while the ones you used to screw will try to put you to the screws
Just keep that lift to your head,
or they’ll keep shooting till you’re dead
and a cherry red river of glitter’s gonna run
from those tarantula lashes to that candy-stained tongue
But would you take one point-blank for me?
I don’t photograph well, but I like being seen
in your company
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