my forehead my lips my stomach my ankle my nose is taken
What was it to hear my voice on the phone & what ghost am I to you
If we put arms on this it may touch
When we please let’s match up birth marks-- the history is uttering
I remember once you worked hard to buy me that white dress why did you work hard to	 
buy me that white dress
Oh baby baby, how was I supposed to know
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