Billboard Boyfriend
Now, don't cry, you've got
makeup on, and do you
really want streams of black running
down your face, do you want
people to say
that it looks like your soul is
leaking out of your
eyes?
And now's aboutthe time that he
will realize that you fit him like
a glove,but
on the wrong hand so
how about you start running,
and keep your legs moving fast until
you drop dead orstart recognizing
the streets.
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