Bashful indecisions, there was a slurred uncertainty to her sobriety. She said I was a ringer for Marla Singer. I fell in live with her before I had even met her. Evaporating hope, I left the space for a different pace, thought it would last, but the sun always sets wether you're home or not. I caught a glimpse of her on the subway, she didn't look in my direction but the way she peered into her books - I was convinced she was looking for me in those pages. Absent minded monogamy, faithful to a stranger. Thirsty for passion I want to ravish you. Become the pop within my culture, things aren't making sense on the tube.
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