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I take my wig off when I'm around the bear
But I'll fix it later on
And the only things I suck in are my cheeks
I'll have them made that way, someday
He was just a boy for housewives to look at
But he fixed it later on
Now he's the kind of man that says he's sorry
While he's sitting on his knees
She tries to look crazy, while pulling her lips,
And this succeeds in taking him away
He arches his eyebrows, and catches my fall
Says that I might need an in house stay
And they visit me,
While I'm in captivity
And they question me,
"Is this reality?"
About the Creator
Bride of Sound
I explore themes of altered perception, distortion of the body, and dysfunctional romance. Sometimes chaotic, always controlled.


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