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Valencia, My Valencia


Teach my lips how

To speak with

Your Bohemian voice

 

'Cause you're my

Valencia, and

You don't have a choice.

 

Valencia, Valencia

I really love your flesh

And oh, it matters to me.

 

Valencia, Valencia

Why can't you see?

 

Your love is amazing

And it electrifies

Me

 

But you, my Valencia

Are as negative

As can be.

 

So circle around

And be my little

Spark.

 

And I'll be the 

Light that blinds

In the dark.

 

Teach me, teach me

But I love to

Be board

 

And you are my 

Chalk that I scratch 

When I'm bored

 

Valencia, Valencia

You don't have

A choice

 

So listen to the

Whistle of my 

Voice

 

Valencia, Valencia

Oh my Valencia

 

Your heart is electric

And my circuit 

Breaks too much

 

But it matters

By the warmness

Of your touch

 

Valencia, Valencia

Give me your heart

 

And I'll give it back

To you, my love,

Right from the start

 

And as I bleed,

I'll let you chew

Your little work of

Art

 

My Valencia, be

Fed by your

Heart. 

 

My Valencia, be

Choked by your

Heart.

 

My Valencia, you

Are my work of

Art. 

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