Kate Crash: It Don't Exist |
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Written by Kate Crash
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This week we have a special guest.. Los Angeles Artist Kate Crash. Check out her out at myspace.com/katecrash. I'M SELLING MY SEX or is my sex selling me I love him but it don't mean a thing My hand slides between my legs but I don't know what I want I call him but then hang up
I don't know if I like boys or girls. I close my eyes and picture her Her/My hair falls in my face I feel fourteen I bite my lip, it's not love, it's just fantasy
How can I convince him to stay I lay on the bed but it's not the way His jeans are tight night black dice I know what he wants, but does he want me? My friend has opium I wanna call her up [bleed] "come over and give me some" But I can't Because I always gotta be the strong one So I turn up the radio and sing along Driving down the boulevard the news comes on More brown people we're tying and beating and life goes on And some day it'll all catch up to us If not in this lifetime then the next one My life is doing ninety saying it's 35 How do I survive? I act like I'm blind Love hurts too much and sometimes . so does life But how do I survive? By pretending it, we, this doesn't exist, just drive, drive, drive I wanna be vandalized and scandalized No, I just want him here tonight Singing between my thighs Why he'll love me forever Why we forgive life .......... …. when we're with eachothe
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