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Met this girl on Friday night
Rocky Horror Picture night
Cuban stoagie
Karaoke
Purple satin bra & tights
That’s what I was wearing
She was wearing red and purple light
White smoke had high hopes
Keith Harin’s straight ghost
Flowed past
In topaz
We brushed hands. I took a note:
James Baldwin once wrote:
«Love is not remote»
Girl, boy, we seek joy
We hurt none, we heart hope
Girl, boy, we seek joy
We hurt none, we heart hope
Girl, boy, we seek joy
We hurt none, we heart hope
Girl, boy, girl, boy, girl, boy, girl, boy, girl (x3)
Girl, boy, we seek joy
We hurt none, we heart hope
Hope hollow as fear they say
Ça c’est pas ecrit they say
Tudo mundo nesse mundo
Pense comme il veux they say
Think black them think gay
Think like they book say
Think like, they think like
They think like they book say
They cannot imagine if they do not see it in a book
Even when they see it it’s their book that tell them how to look
Think white them think straight
Think like they book say
Think like, they think like
They think like they book say
Met a girl on Friday and I did not see her in no book
Ain’t no Vogue or Cosmo that can tell me how she supposed to look
She was once a he, was once a argument against the book
Mommy and her daddy loved her she became the form the took
Think like they book say
They think like they book say
They think like, they think like, they think like
They book say
Truth is not a theory that can be imprisoned in any book
Word are sometimes. Prison sometimes prisms from the way you look
Think like they book say
Think like they book say
Think like, they think like, they think like they book say
Girl, boy, girl, boy, girl, boy, girl, boy, girl
Girl, boy, girl, boy, girl, boy, girl, boy, girl