Kiss my corpse, you pervert, I’ve been dead ever since I fell into your arms.... I cling to your clothes, I promise I won’t tear them, just to be different from you. Famous in love, it’s kiss or kill with you, isn’t it? I’m not good enough, I can’t take the pain without making a fuss, Just saying “I love you” already makes me hyperventilate like “ha..ha um um uh ugh” “ha..ha um um uh ugh” (Just saying “I love you” already makes me hyperventilate like “ha..ha um um uh ugh” “ha..ha um um uh ugh”) Is this contemporary dance? Is that why it puts the body into such twisted positions? “You’re weird. I like you.” Uh uh uh, it’s funny, really funny, that you somehow staged the dark romance I read before going to sleep... You make me hyperventilate when you say “let’s play.” Just saying “I love you” already makes me hyperventilate like “ha..ha um um uh ugh” “ha..ha um um uh ugh” (Just saying “I love you” already makes me hyperventilate like “ha..ha um um uh ugh” “ha..ha um um uh ugh”) Can you speak French? Because you only use body language, don’t switch the roles on me, I’m the one who needs a boy toy.... But you turn me into a doll girl. [ Suffocating] “ha..ha um um uh ugh” “ha..ha um um uh ugh”
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