Kate Crash: It Don't Exist

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Kate Crash: It Don't Exist

Written by Kate Crash

This week we have a special guest.. Los Angeles Artist Kate Crash. Check out her out at myspace.com/katecrash.

I'M SELLING MY SEX or is my sex selling me
I love him but it don't mean a thing
My hand slides between my legs but I don't know what I want
I call him but then hang up

I don't know if I like boys or girls.
I close my eyes and picture her
Her/My hair falls in my face I feel fourteen
I bite my lip, it's not love, it's just fantasy

How can I convince him to stay
I lay on the bed but it's not the way
His jeans are tight night black dice
I know what he wants, but does he want me?

My friend has opium
I wanna call her up [bleed] "come over and give me some"
But I can't Because I always gotta be the strong one
So I turn up the radio and sing along

Driving down the boulevard the news comes on
More brown people we're tying and beating and life goes on
And some day it'll all catch up to us
If not in this lifetime then the next one

My life is doing ninety saying it's 35
How do I survive? I act like I'm blind
Love hurts too much and sometimes . so does life
But how do I survive? By pretending it, we, this doesn't exist, just drive, drive, drive

I wanna be vandalized and scandalized
No, I just want him here tonight
Singing between my thighs
Why he'll love me forever
Why we forgive life
.......... …. when we're with eachothe

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