That weird dream of Stu.

There he was again like you, nothing new. 

The way he played like you, nothing new.

Yeah I slept with him too, not like you.

And it felt great too, not line nothing you.

Then he asked me if I was, and I didn’t know what it meant. 

So I told him, “I don’t know what you want. I love you.”

And he kissed me and said that would do. 

And I love him and not you, nothing new.

And I love nothing like him, never you.

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