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she comes over
on Sunday
and fixes my tie
it’s two
in the morning
I’m wearing a tie
and crying a little
I spilled a drink
down my tie
and crying a little
and she takes it off
with one hand
and combs through my hair
with the other

what we got what we’re for what we got what we’re for what we got what we’re for – it it don’t come cheap - buy me up - FOR SALE
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you’re hungry too
you’re poor too

she’s at my door
not knocking

I’m passed out on her floor
not knocking
not breathing
but drooling
and it’s not a death wish
I just want to feel
where she steps

a hymn
a hymn

honey it’s Sunday
you’re rising up
you’re fixing my tie
and crying a little
I know he did you bad
I know he did you had to do you had
you staying the night?
you staying the night?
fuck.

who’s for sale now?