you don’t give a hoop what I do but when I do it you get sore
you know you don’t have to act with me. you don’t have to say anything or do anything.
the joke that niether of us knows the answer to: whether you’re going to hold together or not.
you almost figured me right, mama, except I still owe you that bill.
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