He feels sick, sits at the desk away,
Eating Oreos, sipping on his La Vie.
Hotel reception mistakes my bare back for a hookers back
and we meet their eyes for judgement,
we laugh together in the elevator
following him up to his room
but gross no, relations like that are for the massage therapist
Underated people, are there any better kind of people?
He left and he'll leave again,
He fingers plush toys, he rips them at the right spots,
he's going to kill you one day,
i'll say i knew him.
lubb dubb to the max
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