Now it's 2
Show him
A little bit
A luttle
Especially on camera
She presses babies on me, I struggle to breathe
Melting, floppy little body on my hip
I want everything all of the time
How long can you go without writing it
The flute whistles
Am I a dog to you
Don't hit that
The old white liberals love the formal gardens
the oil paintings at the annual art show
They brave the rain
Oh no, it went all the way
Sad about the art
and the rings
In my dream I got mad
Stop ducking in and out
My dog ran away from the fireworks
You said you didn't have to work
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