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I wish I could swing, I wish I could swing I wish that this thing was more than a theme song for sad little girls with rock and roll dreams born in an armour of t-shirt and jeans come on love is simple, love is pure I’m looking at you, and oh what a view I’m loving the angles, I’m loving the colours what do I do, what do I do Mother of god, what do I do You’re so deliciously opinionated, so full of yourself I beg you don’t explain, I’m buying everything you sell love is simple, love is pure love is easy, love is hard I look damaged by day, damaged by day but I blossom in fluorescent light to be honest with you I don’t care what you say you haven’t seen me in f luorescent light You offer a philosophy, stunting me erotically to be taken seriously well fuck that So deliciously opinionated, so full of yourself I beg you don’t explain, I’m buying everything you sell Why don’t we just skip to the part when my heart goes ah, ah, ah Why don’t we just skip to the part when my heart goes [*woof*] Why don’t we just skip to the part when my heart goes crack, crack, crack Why don’t we just skip my heart altogether and fall into the black fall into the black come on love is simple, love is pure love is easy, love is hard