We smile, we cry.
Lashes get wet, lashes get wry.

We take, we steal.
It's our heart, it's he who feel.

It's soft, it's rough.
It's our skin, it's she who has butter enough.

It's seductive, it's pink.
Lips it is, not what you think.

I smell chicken, I smell weed.
Oh it's me your nose, it's me who you need.

I hear someone's foot steps, I hear your mom.
Without me you are deaf and nowhere you belong.

You need us, you need me.
Still you spare us, don't set us free.

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