It is written in the stars
meetings and meetings in bars
we'll laugh and play the game
though it's always the same
The air is tight
nobody has the right
to tell us anymore
what it is we're doing
we're only young and poor
We prefer when it flows
forget the feelings in our hands and our toes
what we know is not desire
forget the passion, the morning fire
If only our memories
did not serve us well
bodies abused, existing
only for what we sell
We force ourselves to comply
fear of the lonely I
two is safer for life
you; my husband, my wife
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