ONE, TWO, THREE

Afraid of falling into mulgity
The riot can feel it - sicker with every touch

Picture this: my picture will consist of
Two very pretty people
Who will not actually meet
Until the credits begin to roll, ohh

The scene I'd like to talk about today
Will be shot in black and white
That wouldn't really have anything to say, ohh

And the focus of the cameras
Will be on the
And their hopless little comments
In the knowledge that, everything is gonna be okay

It's the scene of obsessive combortion


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