Summer afternoon holiday
Then it's two P.M., bleeding in the workplace
I know you, it's almost rote
The way you look me up and down when I change my clothes
But it's good to be predicted
And know the truth
Hard to have a witness
First time seeing through
Like some type of itch on the surface that's been hidden
Like when I PMS my face just looks different
Ah, sometimes I see a man romanticize war
1965 mind in a new age Trojan horse
With a book and a bag, said "Sometimes I cry"
And I only buy vinyl to keep the album alive
Another Tuesday, back to pace
New hair, new food, it's all to taste
New religion, contact with freaks
'Cause I need a second man to talk to when my boyfriend sleeps
Ah, sometimes I see a man romanticize war
1965 mind in a new age Trojan horse
With a book and a bag, said "Sometimes I cry"
Violence isn't primal, but it's just my right
I'm quiet and I don't talk much
He said "What if I like your body but I don't like blood?"
I'm quiet and I don't talk much
He said "What if I like your body but just not enough?"
Ah-ah
Ah-ha, ah-ha
Ah-ah
Ah-ha, ah-ha
Ah-ha, ah-ha
Ah-ha, ah-ha
Ah-ha, ah-ha
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