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Olivia Chaney
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Imperfections
Crying on a plane to New York, New York No permit to work nor play, Green card, did you get a green card? It's only a short stay - Traveling alone fans flames, Smokeless, smouldering, I depart without declaration
Almost feeing I could become someone, Except for the hem of my skirt's undone, Achilles heel, clumsy hole, Somebody stop me baring my soul
Guilt-ridden, provoking, One part my mother with the favour-prompting, Stranger prodding to see how things feel, Just out of sight
I'm perfecting imperfection That's what I tell myself I tell myself There is no-body else
Steward's a sleaze, lives in Queens Aims to please, to meet his kind of girl, See the world, travel by token air-fares
Now I lie on a gay friend's sofa, Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Shakespeare's cuckold throws a blanket over My many Manhattans, tourist whims, Meat-packing district, my Chelsea mourning
He takes us out for hard-boiled eggs, Salt-beef bagel, oh he's got good legs But the whiskey comes up, the rain pours down, No real cure in this grid-locked town
I'm perfecting imperfection That's what I tell myself I tell myself There is no-body else
Perfecting imperfection That's what I'll tell them when The flights are flown, the men are all kissed, When there's nowhere left to yearn
Still I feel a shell breaking, Not sure whose, sure I'm not faking When was my Lord so ungently tempered, Stopped his ears with my lack of repentance Lack of repentance, Repentance.
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