I wanna be the sweetner in your tea, the bit of broken bottle in your knee.
I wanna be the heart that skips a beat, I wanna be the hard skin upon your feet.
I wanna be the one you can't ignore, I wanna be the hinge on your bedroom door. I wanna be the one who sweet talks you, I wanna be the one who kills the blues. I wanna be the one stuck in reverse, I wanna be the lining in your purse.
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