Bang, bang. Smack. Ouch.
I thought romance was pretty
Then you went and spoiled it
Every time that I think of you
Have to go to the toilet
Can't tell if this is love
Or a stomach disorder
Or a massive grade A typhoon
Inside my aorta.
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