appies and pints, geetisha chicks
up on the stage.
you're on the far front seat, caught up in rage.
Bowsered and disagreed.
I act strange,
having no clue what to do. Does it ring a bell?
I love you. I miss you. Go to hell.
the crowd makes you sick.
it's all twitch thots and jerks.
and me, I guess nothing much than that and it shows.
i am crospy and cringe, tryna catch up your glance.
your cool friends,
my simish dance.
your cool friends,
my simish dance.
anamta and ipshita
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