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I wanna be your love

I wanna make you cry

And sweep you off your feet

I wanna hurt your pride

I wanna slap your face

I wanna paint your nails

I wanna make you scream

I wanna braid your hair

I wanna kiss your friends

I wanna make you laugh

I wanna dress the same

I wanna defend you

I wanna squeeze your thighs

I wanna kiss your eyelids

And corrupt your dreams

I wanna crash your car

I wanna scratch your cheeks

I wanna make you sick

I wanna sell you out

Want to expose your flaws

I wanna steal your things

I wanna show you off

I wanna tell you lies

I wanna write you books

I wanna turn you on

I wanna make you come

200 times a day

I wanna dry your tears

Every time you're sad

I wanna be what's happening

I wanna be your only friend

I only go all the way

This time I'm not pretending

I can't take the trash

Your trashy friends are spreading about us

They got like fifty personalities

Oh girl, that's so messed up

You see that sculpture on the hill

That's where she queered me out

Forever

They're monitoring my self conscious massacres, I know

Bringing it closer to the surface so it's easily pervertable

I want to be a beast

I want to make you proud

And play with your head

I want to take you out

Make you feel adored

And buy you everything

I want to hurt you bad

Make you paranoid

And say the sweetest things

I want to help you grow

And for eternity

I want to be your what's happening

What's happening

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