Michael has been on my mind lately,

(that's mostly due to Jonny though…)

or that could just be an excuse…

I miss him. that I am aware of. I want sex.

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I forgive his features, the everlasting blond that is him,

and partook, instead, of anything else I could get my hands on.

(that's a lie, I wanted. it. all)

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and you!

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your torn abdomen reveals you,

your guts slip out, and I see your true color.

Humbert -Michael-, you are not green, or orange, or any of my colors.

you are maroon.

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hastily, you refill.

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jonny puts you on my mind Humbert Humbert.

he's got me saying your name, (in all the ways you like)

he's got me thinking, of all the things I like (in me).

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you're the one that gets under my skin, infects me.

causes my cells, to multiply, (too fast). ((you fucking cancer))

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Jonny, he sings the blues. but he's no Humbert.

whenever jonny's playing in my head,

your on my mind.

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so tell me, Humbert Humbert where did you sleep last night?

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[Humbert: the man lover of our dear Lolita.]