Was that you disguised, i couldnt tell, G, if it was you or the tapeworm
And then youre angry with me, sunglasses and hat, i dont know how its my fault
You’ve your own impersonator
Im to blame, i blame myself and wonder how im to blame, but i am
For loving you
In disbelief, i shake my head
The less i try to comprehend, why evil is good, and good evil
The happier i am
Guess i must laugh, at my predicament, love turned and transformed
Into a divine gift
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