You scratch, and you scorch,
my favourite girl, all aflame,
all asunder,
gathered in my rosey gaze.
No good, according to those I didn’t ask,
no problem, if I treat you right.
Your rage always rains,
but your apologetic, adoring kiss is an umbrella.
You scratch, and you scorch,
my favourite girl, all aflame,
all asunder,
gathered in my rosey gaze.
No good, according to those I didn’t ask,
no problem, if I treat you right.
Your rage always rains,
but your apologetic, adoring kiss is an umbrella.
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