I said shut the hell up.
Can it be simple?
Can you tell me numbers,
like you did before?
Can you hold my hand,
like when we ran to the dance floor?
Can you get a razor,
or don't,
I'll be fine with anything.
Can you make me laugh,
like the time when the country girl wasn't famous yet.
Can it be simple,
or is it just too much to ask?
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