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• Mc Chris
• boys dont cry

I met you on friendster
Your name was all-weird,
I feared the worst
But the more I
Learned it all became clear,
You were a female peer,
Just a few years younger than I,
And you wrote the longest letters,
The very best size.
You live in London,
Used slang like prat,
You were dating the gym one akin to tight abs,
I’d spend the days half
Trying to make you laugh,
You would and write back give me some more of that,
Well after week. I knew I was hooked
You’d blush at each keystroke xo,
Without’ getting one look at the other side guy
His pics might be fake
This type of shit happens every day.
I’m no rock star, a clock-watching drone,
Who’s breath stinks of liquor,
All stoned like lawn gnomes.
No girlfriend,
No hook ups,
Just love lorn and fucked up,
No friend to just vent on,
One who'll, say all bets off.
Concert was cancelled,
You answered my email.
Turns out your bummed out
Didn’t want to give details.
A mate had OD'd,
I could feel your heart beat
I miss you never met you; X-O-M-C

Boys don't cry they prefer bawlin
Not shot calling. Teardrops falling
I’m jonesin harder than gollum,
Please god say that's London calling.

Why ya must be so far away,
Why do plane tickets gotta cost an arm and a leg
Maybe I should save a couple dollars a day,
So without delay,
I can look at your face,
Smell your hair,
Rest my hand on your neck,
Never mind necking,
You know that comes next
I’ll buy you a dress
At that place owned by dodi fayed.
Give ya head every night before bed.
But you might DIG MC,
Might think me to brash
Or condescending, a sad finish.
Without taking a first step,
Hard to avoid saying something that I will regret
But I bet that we would hit of
Great I could come to you,
Or you could come to the states,
Get you a job at MTV
Whatever you need, I’m a slave 4 u like Brittany
Was to J.T
Romance is a cruel trick.
Playing me like school kids
Don’t know if I should do this,
If I’m stupid or just foolish,
Can’t help but peruse this,
Despite you being half a world from me,
What I wouldn't give to sit
And sip a cup of tea,
While you nibbled on a crumpet,
I’d love it indeed,
Sincerely yours
XOMC

Boys don't cry they prefer bawling
Not shot calling. Teardrops fallen,
I’m jonesin harder than gollum,
Please god say that's London calling.

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