</>if i were your model, still,
don't ever try to learn anything from me
i 've lost my personalities after i 've put on my persona
i 'm not having catwalk as you can see
i'm stumbling over almost everywhere
feeding my heart with gossip and rumours
rumours have it that
you 've the same kind of feeling upon her...
this makes me ill
Three of us is too much to bear
Withdrawing from the three is harder than kickin' one out of three
i still calculate the math of thee
if love is stable,
two is too little, or it's too few
'cause a crush needs a love, if a love can be stated as so.
love needs a little angel in-between
call him or her 'baby'
is that a cute idea, babe?
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