You are not a fashion.

I'm down here, baby, someone you love.

You are not a fashion.

And when I need to die, wait, not my boy.

You see that I am hungry for a life of understanding.

And you forgive my angry little heart when she's demanding.

You bring me to my knees while I'm scratching out the eyes of a world I ought to conquer and deliver and despise.

And when I will be there, my slip.

Alexa, to turn off.

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Small, rescue me.

I'm down again.

Baby, don't worry about you.

You don't understand.