Not Going To Cry Testo

And truth settled on the roof

I'm not gonna cry when you go
Crying leaves me cold
And when i'm cold
I start to crave
Someone warm and safe

She smells like the violent
Swollen arm of spring
Wrestling with her clothes
Tempting I suppose
Tepid and glistening

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Lately I've been thinking
Hope is underage
I'll never kiss her lips
Unless she insists
And probably then I'd wait

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