There’s a gap in the beat and there’s a chip in your two front teeth and there’s something about your frail little voice lifting to the rafters It’s drowning out those lofty bastards going on and on and on and on about ‘my art and my part and my start and my art.’ My my my my, they can’ t stop. There’s a girl with a wicked acid tongue she said ‘Look up at those naked bodies on the run.’ So I looked up to check if you were just like the rest but your red heart bled through the skin of your boyish chest. There’s a boy, he’s got his hand in a fist and he’s punching the air in time with your tryst. So I looked up to see his little heart seethe, I found him pummeling the very air we breathe. I’m a girl who’s showing you her fear. Look up at me naked before you here. See that funny crack down in the small of my back that’s where my lead heart slid down the curve of my crooked spine. Now I’m imploring you, you pale, you little gap-tooth. Make my eyes wince. Make my feet twitch. Make my toes curl. Make my heart sails unfurl. Electrify Me. Petrify Me. Try to Defy Me. Just don’t Define Me. There I go on and on about my art and my part and my start and my heart and my my my my, I can’t stop. I just go on and on and on and on about my art and my part and my start and my heart and my heart and my heart and my heart and my heart. I won’t stop. There’s a gap in the beat. There’s a chip in your two front teeth. There’s something about your frail little voice lifting to the rafters.
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