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Talking does not lead to the bed

Feel abnormal from normal

Is a feeling I always had

But when the poison reaches the body and head

Humans become changed from one minute

Soon, the palms everywhere

And I will say it can never be like that

A press comes over me

And I will soon be out the door

Don’t like clinging arms around me

Maybe I’m strange

But guess it is I

Do you like it not turning on

I’m the one who likes to talk

But the talk does not lead to my bed

Forget it