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u tell me not to touch you
then all of a sudden we're fuckin
ur swingin at me
while im humpin you im duckin
you tell me that you love me
next second we're broken up
its so hard to give a shit
when u dont give a fuck
ur the apple of my eye
yet apples make me sick
tryin to take this brake up lightly
yet it feels like im rolling in the thick
hatin on u so fuckin hard
but my loves a similar density
trying to forget u is starting to be a war
of immeasurable immensity
fate had sent u to me with no return adress
must have been the wrong malebox i guess
but i confess may i digress for a moment
that i never got my heart back bitch u still own it
so if u could be so kind to return it to me
before my mind goes cablooey
coverin the walls in gooey brains if u could do me
that one favor its no labor its all just a metaphor
but if u keep bring a mop and broom for the mess on the
walls and floor