You were hot
Super Saiyan,
she hears the heart
after all she's mom
knowingly kicking the door hard
your touch made her love me.
Me falling in love was therapy
and if you got close,
she was gonna ride a sea of cars
white, gray, black,
with money and speed
It's love or death,
remembering the cold poverty
and the rich summer time,
I scream with my mouth
calling for you to come home.
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