Last night i got loaded
I said meet me on the self-helpless aisle at books-a-million
thanks-a-million!
Do you like my hair? i cut it
Do you like my voice? i cut you off
Pawing through the pages i find your autobiography
Do you wanna know what it's called?
it's called Love in the Time of Chlamydia
Yes that's it, not Love in the Time of Cholera
But Love in the Time of Chlamydia
Now all i can do with my Southern pout is spit out a farthing
leaning on one hip-ass joint scoliosis
my body- a crescent moon when i sigh
Before tonight only the sun had it's way with me
Darkening me
Much like you had your way with me darkening me
Much like i had my way with you too, darkening you
(then i went into Beyonce's "If I Were A Boy" en francais)
si j'étais garçon,
je pense que je pourrais comprendre,
comment il se sent pour aimer une fille,
je jure je serais un meilleur homme
If i were a boy,
I think i could understand
How it feels to love a girl,
I swear i'd be a better man
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