Seven
Jonathan Bree
There should be a better way
To play this hurting game
When you're feeling like a fake
And you both just masturbate
Once I had a girl
As precious as a pearl
But the wayward wind
Was our undoing
You're eight point five
This one's a seven
But we're six years
So she's better
And it's a cruel fate
We can't be honeymooners forever
When those lustful feelings go
And your heart is a yo-yo
And you're trying to do your best
To be happy with what's left
You're eight point five
This one's a seven
But we're six years
So she's better
And it's a cruel fate
We can't be honeymooners forever
