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I told you, I don't want that kind of girl. The way she bent the strobe- and the moonlight, the way she kept telling me to shut up, the way her heels acted like asterisks -- Marie, she ain't my kind of girl. I told you, I'm just waiting for my head to clear. I need fall to end the crow and vulture's flight. I need to get unkempt and shut-in. I need the pills to pull hat tricks -- Marie, I need a few more weeks. I told you, my body's not ready. I'd love to defend the howl and hiss of night. I'd love split rent and shudder skin. I'd love the pushups and matchsticks -- In the spring. I promise, Marie.
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Feb 14, 2012
Feb 14, 2012 at 1:19 AM UTC
In the spring. I promise, Marie
I told you, I don't want that kind of girl. The way she bent the strobe- and the moonlight, the way she kept telling me to shut up, the way her heels acted like asterisks -- Marie, she ain't my kind of girl. I told you, I'm just waiting for my head to clear. I need fall to end the crow and vulture's flight. I need to get unkempt and shut-in. I need the pills to pull hat tricks -- Marie, I need a few more weeks. I told you, my body's not ready. I'd love to defend the howl and hiss of night. I'd love split rent and shudder skin. I'd love the pushups and matchsticks -- In the spring. I promise, Marie.
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Feb 14, 2012
Feb 14, 2012 at 1:19 AM UTC
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