Pierre
I can't read minds but sometimes i try
And although you're in love with Pierre
I guess i'll just sit right here
'Cause the concrete feels fine up and down my spine
But I'll get my chance to shine
So take your time
And I'll sit in line to hope you're reminded
Until our silent decline
Kick me I want to feel that boot slam square into my jaw
Corrode the waste from my face and replace it with his grace
And give me all your old plates, my Friend
Purloin my mind
But you seemed so kind
You'll miss outright
My audible incline
And although you're in love with Pierre
I guess i'll just sit right here
'Cause the concrete feels fine up and down my spine
But I'll get my chance to shine
So take your time
And I'll sit in line to hope you're reminded
Until our silent decline
Kick me I want to feel that boot slam square into my jaw
Corrode the waste from my face and replace it with his grace
And give me all your old plates, my Friend
Purloin my mind
But you seemed so kind
You'll miss outright
My audible incline
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Writer(s): Konstantin Polyakov
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