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(альбом: pulp - 2022)


It's nothing like a swollen cheek
Was no physical altercation
It's something you can stomach easier

Who gives a shit what people think?
They never had imagination
It even kind of makes it dreamier

He calls you names while you're folding the socks in his drawer
Says he won't do it again till he does it, of course
He tells you "Honey, it's only emotional porn"
He loves you more when he's watching you walk out his door
Oh

Fight over cake on your birthday
Trying to cry so he sees
Till you're making up in the driveway
Under light gray confetti

I can't help but see a flurry and think snow is on the way
But I'm careful with the wording as to not push you away
And my spidey-sense is tingling, it puts me on alert
Oh but maybe it's so simple and you like to kinda hurt

He calls you names while you're folding the socks in his drawer
Says he won't do it again 'til he does it, of course
He tells you "Honey, it's only emotional porn"
He loves you more when he's watching you walk out his door
Oh

Fight over cake on your birthday
Trying to cry so he sees
Till you're making up in the driveway
Under light gray confetti

I don't understand the thrill
A different sorta calibration
But if you ever call, I'm here for you

He calls you names while you're folding the socks in his drawer
Says he won't do it again 'til he does it, of course
He tells you "Honey, it's only emotional porn"
He loves you more when he's watching you walk out his door
Oh

Fight over cake on your birthday
Trying to cry so he sees
Till you're making up in his driveway
Under light gray confetti

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Ти додав собі всі незнайомі слова із цієї пісні?