A mass of undisputed marble
How does he make me turn white
It cost me a couple of colors
Probably even a stigma or two,
They say Love carries its dead
Wherever it goes
It sounds funny
It makes me want to dance a little bit
There’s nothing royal about this
The emptiness is setting in
But I’ll fill you up like a yearning cup;
I’ll eat you up like my weekend candy
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