- Summer Camp Last American Virgin 歌词
- Summer Camp
- another sunday, in the cafehe leans over to mepushing forward in his chairhe whispers privately'they don't know where we gowhen the lights turn low.you and me we're the same,we know we all have to go'he writes his name in the soapon the counter top.i grip my chair with white knuckleswishing that he would stop.dont you dare try to compare,i am nothing like you.you're bringing me down.at a bus stop in the rain,he slithers over to me.pulling at his greasy hairi know he thinks i'll agree.'they dont see what we seewhen we close our eyesyou and me we're the samei know we both fantasize.'he pulls his jacket closer to him as he winks at the night.out of sight i'd rather walk,but something just isnt right.don't you dare try and compare,i am nothing like you.you're bringing me down.
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