I hope the rubber is on Those nights spent on the pony express Those nights I hope were protected Do you know where he’s been? Those blood shot eyes Carved out with black circles I know I shouldn’t care But life is precious He just might invite you To something real infectious Partying is cool I won’t dog that ever But carelessness somewhere Hidden by those droopy eyes You wouldn’t know Till the doctor tells you A real fucked up surprise Did you think of that? Is the rubber on? Or did you loose your head To his?Birth sign: Aquarius
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