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Virginia!

Virginia!

I’ve got my eyes plied on Virginia

She toils the spoiled in me

Rises the boil in me

I ask her what makes her so old

Turns cold

Tells me I’m bold

Whispers the words I’m done trying

Lying about crying I try replying

Drip sniffling nose

I know what she knows

You’re old the second you’re done trying

Virginia!

Virginia!

Basement shows in our ugly kid scene

Old hands grab but don’t understand

Boys kissing boys kissing boys kissing boys

It’s come time for me to take what’s mine