There is nothing ‘Sex’ can teach me,
That’s Sex with a capital S… because, we make the sandwich baby.
I’m into the wack shit and I let myself down by not saying so and
secrets are boring.
I’ll finger myself with memories. Expired moments.
I’ve re-written things you’ve said on a post it note?
I’ve never fucked my idea of you…maybe I will tonight.
My arbitrary fantasy, does that make you wet or what?
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