[first two lines whispered by brix]
Don't call me darling.
Don't call me darling.
Harbouring on it
Hates this
Wants this
She hates this.
>>don't call me darling
>>don't call me darling
>>don't call me darling
>>don't call me darling.
The long black hair
Of wretched blue bottle
Darting all over
To no avail
I got zero tolerance
My head full
[i'll pack a wool swab]
>>don't call me darling
>>don't call me darling
>>don't call me darling
>>don't call me darling.
People hate beauty
I cannot fathom it
They smell of old pally
Voices thick with
Bouncing jackson
With stupidity
>>don't call me darling
>>don't call me darling
>>don't call me darling
>>don't call me darling
[[don't call me darling.
Soon there will be dancing
Around the queue strippy
High and cheap
Why do people hate beauty
I cannot fathom it
A bouncing..
>>don't call me darling
>>don't call me darling
.. brown suit..
>>don't call me darling
.. bouncing..
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>>don't call me darling
. why.. do.. people.. hate..
>>don't call me darling
>>don't call me darling
>>don't call me darling
>>don't call me darling
>>don't call me darling.
>>don't
>>call
>>me
>>darling