Please -
and the words come in
all undressed
like a cliche
confessed,
all alone. cliched...naked.
and if nakedness weren't enough
it's waistline is wider
than the truth
and clichés inside her
all the skinny world waits
soul less for...
a song? Hope?
maybe we need a singalong?
Nope. That'll be two pounds fifty please...
and the words come in
all undressed
like a cliche
confessed,
all alone. cliched...naked.
and if nakedness weren't enough
it's waistline is wider
than the truth
and clichés inside her
all the skinny world waits
soul less for...
a song? Hope?
maybe we need a singalong?
Nope. That'll be two pounds fifty please...
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