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Campesinos Los Romance Is Boring

Run the water 'til it scalds you know that I'm listening Pitter patter runs the shower hits the bare porcelain Watch the dirt run down the plughole, hear

takes forever but you never get me off You pull your dress over your face and I stare down towards my chest Chastise both our greasy hair, wonder whose gut is

And the dashboard assembled Descending height order Half a decade of father's day It's another thought for another passed on Puppy eyes, nasty reaction

to the running track Evenings chained to the dish rack I'm called up to the Maltese national team My vision is impeccable, my first touch is obscene

still yawning We're proving to each other that romance is boring Still there are things I could do if I was half prepared to Prove to each other that romance is boring