letra de hot lunch - mother hips
no one knows what i do in my room with my girl and she won’t tell you.
sometimes she tells me mellow lies, when her tongue is not inside my head.
i talk in terms of “he” and “she” to avoid the nerves of “me” and “we”.
she talks in terms of love and of some things that i thought that i’d risen above.
and one of us here is a pervert
and one of us here is a child
and everybody can only be themselves.
i used to have dreams i made love to my cat, is it shockiing for me to tell you that?
i might tell you more buy you might walk away and i don’t feel like eating alone.
daddy, he has to work all day and mommy and baby just watch.
after all, every living creature on earth wants a hot lunch.
one of us here is a guillotine
and one of us here is your neck
and everybody can only be themsleves.
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