There’s a correlation between me and you, domme morrigan
Damn, so many times you’ve approached me
And yet it’s not your fault we’re still not together
Tho I thought that once, too. I’ve had, for example
Some young guy follow me round taking pictures of my ass
Or freaks taking pictures of me passing young men
But it happens all the time, there’s no correlation
Between those occasions and you appearing, domme
You’ve done nothing wrong, and if I defend you
In a post, people, by implication, assume there’s a
Correlation between freaks appearing and you
But there’s none, freaks always appear, constantly
And your fear is love, if love be fault, as everyone assumes
And one time, I thought so, too. But there’s no correlation –
The set ups – are all about persecuting you, too
By my implication, seems to be me persecuting you
When you stick up for yourself, seems you persecute me,
And I realised we’re being played against each other
Because it’s love’s the correlation between us two
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