You could fall, possess a body
Take a dare to make me a hottie
I’ll dress like a doily and teach you to drive stick
We could go on a killing spree
Or take a doomed cruise
Guard baboon hearts, sing Rhythm & Blues
We’ll kiss as outlaws
And wait to exhale
Dance in ice flakes
And touch through the veil
However we love
Know I’m your fool
‘Coz amid the chaos
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