Cry baby cry.
Actually no, you’re giving me a pain.
Slowly progressing, sometimes depressing.
Your dog is rude; it bit me in the face.
Yes it hurt.
Cry baby cry.
Your unshaven face is a playground for my fingers.
Your baby blue eyes, a universe, which pulls me.
Slowly progressing, sometimes depressing.
Travel the world, and try new things.
I’ll culture your belly, like it or not.
Cry baby cry.
Eight days a week I would make my self available.
While you check your twitter,
Slowly progressing sometimes depressing.
Please, the sand is running thin,
Get off your screen, and let me in.
Cry baby cry.
Slowly progressing, sometimes depressing.
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