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Can I lift my dress up for you?

Can I lift it in the night?

White undersides of my thighs look much better

In the dark light

There’s a kid in there

And he’s big, and dumb,

And he’s

kinda scared

Well, he’s too old to be there

And he’s just looking for a ride.

I’ll lift it to the ceiling tiles

Of stadiums and shrines

If you see something to cheer about

Then I’ll tell you that it’s mine.

You see something to reach about

I’ll tell you that it’s mine

I’m sorry that your mother died

That one was my fault

I’m sorry anybody dies at all these days

Oh I see the night

With my own two eyes.