tailored to trace the line of teenage hearts the female kind.
they colour their numbers in where boys leave page behind.
replicated 1-2-3 there's one for you and one for me.
suburbia thanks the factory line for its paragons.
oh it happened in my room.
the curtains were drawned mid afternoon.
your were tied to a glossy page.
i knew you wouldn't understand.
mummy, i think i just raped a boy band.
oh so beautiful.
oh so innocent.
but i wanted more than an interview with you.
so delicate you'd break on contact
but that wasnt in your contract.
i want to kiss more than you're poster tonight.
take me tonight boy zone again.
sensitivity pours from your candy coated lips
as the radio plays it drips to melt a thousand hearts
replicated 1-2-3 there's one for you and one for me.
the factory thanks suburbia for commodity need.
you weren't ever meant to deliver
you're just another empty package".
