Feeling the good smell of prejudice
I'm here with Emily and Finger, at the park
About my love, who's fucking pessimist?
I know that you don't know,
That Roger can do it well...
Well, Mary would never show,
Her fucking jingle bells...
But I know that love,
Is always on fire...
So I don't care above,
The failure of my desire.
Cause the flesh failure is higher,
So you can say never,
For my love you can retire,
But I will love you forever...
And now the time is running out...
cause Mary is going to marry him...
Could anybody tell me what love is about?
No. In my own tears I will always swim.
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