k: baby
you're the pineapple to my heart
me: pineapples and hearts dont go together
you should have said
you're the goat to my wheel of parmesan cheese
k: i
you're
me: hahahahaha
k: you're so
this boy is as weird as i am.
I know your teeth are shut and proud
But there are rhythms in the city
That make your head feel loud
Uh-huh so get it out, get it out
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