By ZoE Date: 24 July 1999
pansy boy grips me lace doll I am crouching beneath the old house back in highschool when popularity mattered we hide from jocks from ourselves pansy boy says he can't go far from me I am sure I am attatched to him with a string maybe a rope I love our shells we collect like dust be mine tonight F_O_R_E_V_E_R