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letra de cup of tea? - dizraeli and downlow

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i dreamt i said i loved you
but i didn’t dream i meant it
i said it cos you said i’m insufficiently attentive
and i dig you, so i promise we’ll be digging deeper trenches
eventually we’ll swim a deeper crevice
it seems i struck a cord that is peanut b-tter textured
sealing shut my drawer
and it’s blocking up the exits
and now you’re let in
steaming up my lenses
suddenly i see a stretch of [??] dust and desert
we’ll weave each others’ breath
and we’ll preen each others’ feathers
week-to-week develop the prerequisite resentments
’til we’re 61 and 63 and so dependent
that we’ll cry each other cups of brine
with which to clean our dentures
and i hate it how you pick your feet at breakfast
your laugh’s annoying and your bigotry’s offensive
and you’re simultaneous
you’re sick of me and jealous
to the point where i don’t allow myself a single female friendship
to the point my head teems with single female wenches
with a penchant for mischievous pensioners
and you were p-ssed off (oi!)
i never fill the fridge, or clean your dresses
and every christmas seems to bring a sh-ttier tree of presents
when the mystery has vanished
and i didn’t feed your fetish or your fishes
and i never leave you breathless
and i said your knees was weird
and you’re p-ssed off that i said it
and the hiphop that i listen to is for pr-cks and adolescents
and it’s wednesday and you hate me
and you kiss your t–th and clench
because i wake you from your daydream
of you hitting me with wrenches
cup of tea?
it’s been roughly a century
since we did any anythings a censor would have censored
less sensory, more human centipede
i read a book about geese
and sit and watch the tennis
and you hate that
and so do i
i hate tennis
it’s senseless
i develop several twitches and attention deficit
and then on a wednesday we die
and then you’re buried
within an inch of me
your feet are where my head is
and your head is where my feet are
people start to read our headstone and say:
“isn’t that sweet, terrence?”
“that proves love’s forever”
which means relentless
this face i’m making isn’t p-ssy i’m just pensive
cos my head’s as much a mess as our bed is
i said i dreamed i love you
now i wish i hadn’t said it
living a lie, living a lie
living a lie ’til the day i die

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