A leather black living in my building He was on my welcome He used to say positively, he was negative, well But then he'd read his book with his back to me I love that back And the city was his cake And the boys, little girls And ice cream His hair was bleeding He was bleeding on my dress My dress was red Positive and negative And then we'd read a book With our backs to back And the city was our cake And the girls, little boys And ice cream
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