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• Artiste: No Bird Sing
• Titre: Don't Think
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inked up temptress in a see thru dress sippin' pink umbrella drinks and a sweller springs 'fore the tempest come i met her at the muliplex tried to catch with a faulty net aacted like a let her go then i wrote a letter home mournin' all the beauty in my past that i would never know again in a centerfold i spit givin up the last bit of her i had to give ignorant kiss ravenous lips on her salty neck yet with all do respect to the sentences i could never end em so i sent em where the skeptics live bottled at the bottom of the river with the messages lesson is, objects of affection turn to fetishes quick, awkward in the dark thin shark fin flinch blood slick in the water caught a whiff lifted up a mirror, aimed it at her softer parts just another trick that i borrowed from OLIVER HART left the diva with a knee jerk reaction to the caption sayin sampson you don't need her years later and i'm blissfully bald but every now and then i get a glimpse of what it's like when pillars fall homesick feedback reelin tin can cut strings on bad calls from last evening no bottom to the feelin merciless bent space it hurts that it hurts to see your face in a death to the pain one way wriggling intricate shapes so complicated a simple brain would be insane to be sane when did it start it didn't how does it stop it doesn't glad to know i'm doing all of this for nothing [chorus] i hate how you don't know how much i hate how you don't know how beautiful i think you don't think you are [sage francis] whatever i was cracked up to be mighta stuck to me so i cracked myself up whether or not anyone thought it was funny touchy feely but allergic to mother earthlings depressed by the wonderful number the cage bird sings (surfs up)