Forcing myself through a telescope lens to a sea of bad moods
Shrink in my seat as the currents compete and my body turns blue
I couldn't look
And my eyes got sore
In the wild, wild, wild
I've got the male gaze
I'm thinking that someday I'll be thrown up on a sea of bad moods
Maybe they'll write that I couldn't be turned from my bookstore view
I couldn't look
And my eyes got sore
In the wild, wild, wild
I've got the male gaze
(But so what)
[4x]
I've got my father's eyes and milkman's soul
There's still a lot a lot a lot of things that you don't know
I got satsumas as payment in kind
But the passing trade has left me behind
If you turn into an object on the second night will my eyes get used to it
Will your heart compete with it after failure?
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