box of bus passes, nowhere to go

Don’t think with me

 

Baby wouldn’t you love to be free?

 

Don’t think with me

 

I can be absolutely everything you need

 

Don’t think with me

 

Can I be your afternoon treat?

 

Don’t think with me

 

What good in that can’t you see?

 

Because baby

 

We need to be freed

 

And I’m greedily in love with you

 

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i write lame poems that no one really reads

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