Melbourne lezzo outlaws

Seems happening, love’s disappearing, the Enlightenment a narcissistic wink 

In a thousand dull, grey mirrors

People say we’re obsessed

Polished, is blessed, there’s worse things than being in love, like being obsessed with oneself

Like never meeting you
Being in love and obsessed, I’m blessed cause I’m in constant commune with you – who I adore!

Do you think in the future, love will be outlawed? For lezzos, most of history thru

Love’s been a crime before

T’will be bitch filth, and smoggy anuses of the world, write the law, a big wank to shove their

Opinions up their own arses

Cause we’re in love, me and you

Enemies of law, for love I’ll die obsessed and blessed – mirror polished – I’ll be your outlaw