When she is cruel, she is very very cool, and when she is kind she is lavish.
run.run away.
its true little boy, you're queer little boy.
just shy, and meek and queer little boy.
but stay, and smile and hold my hand
ill take your eyelash,
play the bass,
take an oar and row our boat.
trust me I say. trust me, but run.run away/
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