Do I have to do sit ups. If I wanna be a rock star?. Do I have to make millions. If I wanna be free?. . Should I come with a cliche?. Should I hide in a big car?.
And if you wed another, I would have to kill you. Both in bed my lover I would rather. See you dead and under covers so then in front of the world. And exposing for all others, skin in which I curled.