you´ve got your mother in a whirl. she´s not sure you´re a boy or a girl . rebel rebel, you´ve torn your dress. rebel rebel, your face is a mess. rebel rebel, how could they know?
there´s no sign of life. it´s not really work. it´s just the power to charm.
i can remember standing by the wall. and the guns, shot above our heads. and we kissed as though nothin could fall. and the shame was on the other side.
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