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I want him to caress me
And he doesn't caress me
I want him to tell me he loves me
And he doesn't tell me
It makes me unhappy, these differences
It's good for me to love this boy who doesn't love me
I eat bread butter
And I wait for him to ring me
When I talk to everyone
I tell no one
That he has a quickdraw of eyes as beautiful as anything
It's me to love, this boy who doesn't care
It stinks of imitation
His leather, his boots
I like people who hide
And who show off
Behind these tough guys there's a kind of sweetness
It's good for me to have this madman in my heart
Is it like me
Also other people
Am I all alone
With my beats
I want him to caress me
And he doesn't caress me
love, my love
You see I don't like it
