June
Saturday 17 February 2007 photo 3/7
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I was a troubled teen Who put an advert in a magazine To the annoyance of my imaginary lover She doubted my philosophy And this is what she said to me She said oh, you, you’re green You don’t know what love means Oh let me tell you It tickles you pink, oh yeah But it likes to hear you scream Fire and damnation, lamentations For the likes of you When she goes, oh just let her go If she says she’s going Just make sure she goes Make sure she goes I was a troubled teen Untroubled only in my daydreams To the annoyance of somebody or other Questioned my integrity And this is what they said to me
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