Prude Boy

I put in the time
I paid my dues
I took their cues
Watching these other
Motherfuckers
Get their way
But now it's time
It's time that I got mine
These fakes ain't got nothing on us
These local snobs
They'll never have what we have
They'll never have this

Two birds
One stone
Mind drifter
Shape shifter
Your mother
The art teacher
Simple things
Simple creatures

Take off that mask
So I can your pretty face
We can up and leave this place
We were never meant to live in this much fear
It's subtle but it's there
(I knew I'd like you)

I think you should stay
I think you've had too much
You shouldn't operate heavy machinery
Because you mean too much to me
Yeah, you mean too much to me

I ran out of words, but this is the worst song on the album
It's okay, the rest of the songs are a lot better than this one
You can just ride it out and thank me for it



Credits
Writer(s): Her Dress
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