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Geeks do not have pedigrees

Or perfect punk-rock resumes

Or anorexic magazines

It smells like girl, it smells like girl

She walks over me

She walks over me




Hold you close like we both died

My ever pressing suicide

My stupid fuck, my blushing bride

Oh, tear my heart out, tear my heart out

She walks over me

She walks over me




I shut my mouth with

I gotta use the rest for

Yeah, I gotta shut my mouth with

I gotta use the rest of you

Daddy, daddy

Please come here

Dont you touch me, dont you dare

We look the same, we talk the same, we are the same, we are the same




She walks over me

She walks over me

I shut my mouth with

I gotta use the rest

Yeah, I gotta shut my mouth with

I gotta use the rest of you

Now you see she walks the same

And now you see she talks the same

You never know what you will get

You never know what youll forget

She walks over me

She walks over me

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