Let’s have sex before we die
Let’s paint before we die
Because when we’ll be dead
We’ll be busy dancing
On some rotten dancefloor
And you’ll look like utter shit
Because sweetie, you’re Alex Turner
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It was written along with another poem, also about Alex Turner, one evening, laughing, as I wrote it.
Sorry for the delay, but hey, I'm back.
Aaaaandre
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