[first two lines whispered by Brix]

Don't call me darling 



Don't call me darling 



Harbouring on it

hates this

wants this

she hates this 



>>Don't call me darling

>>Don't call me darling

>>Don't call me darling

>>Don't call me darling 



The long black hair

of wretched blue bottle

darting all over

to no avail

I got zero tolerance

My head full 

[I'll pack a wool swab]

>>Don't call me darling

>>Don't call me darling

>>Don't call me darling

>>Don't call me darling 



People hate beauty

I cannot fathom it

They smell of old pally

voices thick with

Bouncing Jackson

with stupidity

>>Don't call me darling

>>Don't call me darling

>>Don't call me darling

>>Don't call me darling

[[Don't call me darling 



Soon there will be dancing

around the queue strippy

high and cheap

why do people hate beauty

I cannot fathom it

a bouncing...

>>Don't call me darling

>>Don't call me darling

...brown suit...

>>Don't call me darling

...bouncing...

>>Don't call me darling

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>>Don't call me darling

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>>Don't call me darling

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>>Don't call me darling

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>>Don't call me darling

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>>Don't call me darling

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>>Don't call me darling

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>>Don't call me darling

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>>Don't call me darling

..why...do...people...hate...

>>Don't call me darling

>>Don't call me darling

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>>Don't

>>call

>>me

>>darling