Bangs
Bangs
Above your eyes your hair hangs
Blow my mind your royal flyness I dig your bangs
Bangs to drape across your forehead
To swing concordant angles as you incline you head
Once with a girl I fell in love sometimeago now she had
Bangs are that on which the world hangs
I'm only holding your hand so I can look at your bangs
Bangs are like a pocket T-shirt as casual as that while fully intentional
And in case you think I'm here cause I like making chit chat
Just remember what I said that money's under your hat
And though I like you anyway, check out your haircut
A proscenium to stage a face that needs no makeup
Bangs are that on which the world hangs
I'm only holding your hand so I can look at your bangs
Cyclops Rock
I taught you how to Cyclops Rock
And then you turn around and break my heart
And waste my cyclops time
And mess up my cyclops mind
I'm sick like Chuckie was sick,
My defeated heart keeps beating on
I won't die, like Chuckie won't die,
But I'm not here to socialize
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