dear girl you will be a boy for him tonight dear girl he only wants to see the boy in you tonight do you still mooch there still hung up on wedge hair do you still mope there falling asleep with wet hair all that you really want is to know what it is you really want overweight wallflower goth brought up on the wrong side of lowestoft with your crime of being yourself and your punishment of staying yourself who exactly is your type where exactly is your type confused and proud but you can t say it loud you re confused and proud but you ll brazen it out of the forty eight genders why must you concern yourself with merely two plumping for polarity in your life as if that somehow means more clarity in life and if we held a protest demonstration we d all march off in different directions confused and proud but it s scarcely allowed you re confused and proud and thrown out of the crowd i didn t chase you i more fell towards you no i did not choose you i just fell towards you and while sobriety slumbers you and i may swap numbers but those dutiful digits won t be dialled those dutiful digits won t be dialled they re digits inevitably filed they re digits to remain un dialled more digits that will never be dialled more digits just scribbled and filed more digits that will never be dialled more digits just written and filed
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