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She doesn't leave my side
Not even for a moment
I move around in space
She doesn't leave my side
Won't give me time for breathing
I try to get away
I grab another beer
She doesn't leave my side
Like blu-tac only drunken:
She must be off her face
She doesn't leave my side
But neither will she fuck me
She won't let me go to sleep
She's chewing off my ear
She throws up on my shoulder
I wait until it's over
"Better wash this off, O.K.?"
Then I wash her puke away
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