.Last night a moth came to my bed
And filled my tired weary head
With horrid tales of you
Ican't belive it's true
But then the lamp shade smiled at me,
And it said, "Believe" it said, "believe."
I want you to know it's nothing personal
First time I had s** I was three.
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