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Kimya Dawson My Cute Fiend Sweet Princess

my momentum meant that i was winning but i'm only just beginning and i'd rather go with friends than go alone and some people grab my hands and some people grab my

fashion accessories earthquakes five and dime cherry lime wait my turn at the back of the line barbed wire forest fire muddy trail air in my tires downhill

the middle and a mighty hand comes down and we think that we are saved but the hand is made of clay and my tears make messy make up streaks all over my

in the dell is the devil i wore prosthetic pants to the homecoming dance and my homeboy leroy had legs made of bok choy i ate him while we danced, loaned him my

my homework, feed my babies, fight my crazies will you be me? will you be me? wear my clothes, drink my coffee, write my mommy, do my homework, feed my babies, fight my crazies my