It's really not necessary to have nine babies.
"Why does the apathy keep growing, from the bottom to the top"
I should be leaving for Puerto Rico on Saturday
But I'm burning bridges left and right
My greatest critic, hell I may fear you
The ladies want their liberation from the stereotyped nation
Let us be seen as the damned fools we all are
Don't dare say we are boys, incapable of knowing what a real woman desires
Then force gracefully your advance, that of a woman, onto a boy, of sorts
This doesn't happen, nor it ever will.
The only submission you make is the subtleties you don't speak
I ask only to translate them, meaning kept from me or not
Don't we all yet know how to step apart from our work,
and view it as fresh material, unknown before our intake
No, and never again.
I used to think time would reason it all out.
That our masked indecrepancies were all left out to dry.
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