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Boys & Girl

 

Boys & Girl

(Album: Boys & Girl - 2019)


I wish you well and all, I wish you everything you deserve
A healthy appetite to swallow everything I serve
A sticky cold sore photobombs your insta-pic
Anal leakage on the weekend with your in-laws, Pah!
It's sad to put your dog to sleep
Here's a gift 'cause talk is cheap
Comb to brush your hobbit feet
Maybe not though, just my little fantasy
All the chicks you meet end up being fans of me

Every day I seem to tickle out the mad in you
Can't live with, can't live without the attitude
Your freedom, my freedom is the death of We
So morbidly too blind to see

Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh girls
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh boys
I just can't do good by you
I just can't do good by you
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh girls
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh boys
I just can't do good by you
Can't do good by you

It's off key, it's empty, it's all wrong
I had myself believe I was weak but I'm strong
The pillow of his arms like the words of a song
Remind me all along of the depth of the con
Cuz if you ain't yet realized
How little puppies get brutalized
I'm sorry babe to shatter your illusions
You seem to have a pattern of confusion

Every day I seem to tickle out the mad in you
Can't live with, can't live without the attitude
Your freedom, my freedom is the death of We
So morbidly too blind to see

Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh girls
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh boys
I just can't do good by you
I just can't do good by you
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh girls
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh boys
I just can't do good by you
Can't do good by you
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh girls
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh boys

Someday, far away from this place
Maybe we should find us in a pocket of space
New breeze in your hair, new sun on your face
Shimmering shades of the ones we replaced
Maybe then we'll realize
Beneath the fluff was a steel knife
How beautifully meaningless it's all been
You'll make a pretty corpse up in my mausoleum

Every day I seem to tickle out the mad in you
Can't live with, can't live without the attitude
Your freedom, my freedom is the death of We
So morbidly too blind to see

Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh girls
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh boys
I just can't do good by you
I just can't do good by you
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh girls
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh boys
I just can't do good by you
Can't do good by you

Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh girls
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh boys
I just can't do good by you
I just can't do good by you
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh girls
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh boys
I just can't do good by you
Can't do good by you

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