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Please don't be mean...
There are so many skirts under the table.
None of these long legs are mine.
She calls around, finds me crying.
Wish I were capable of lying sometimes.
Hide out and run when no one’s looking.
Hide out.
Love is hell, hell is love.
Hell is asking to be loved.
There are so many skirts under the table.
None of these long legs are mine.
She calls around, finds me crying.
Wish I were capable of lying sometimes.
Hide out and run when no one’s looking.
Hide out.
Love is hell, hell is love.
Hell is asking to be loved.
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