My girlfriend's girlfriend

it's no secret we're close
I swear to welcome bro
like latex fur and feathers
stuck together
now

in their '62 vet
sharing one cigarette
in a black live trance then
go go dance
then
Go Go trance
then

they keep me warm on cold nights
we must be quite a sight
and I'll maybe try and go
old town gold
wow

my girlfriend's girlfriend
she looks like you
my girlfriend's girlfriend
she's my girl
Too

her and me
and her and she
and me
and uncrowded couple are we three
hey we don't care
what people say
when walking hand in hand down King's Highway
is two for one today

my girlfriend's girlfriend
she looks like you
my girlfriend's girlfriend she's my girl 2

***
A polyamor-ish song, I see. However, all is not as it seems here.

Black no. 1

I went looking for trouble
and boy I found her

She's in love with herself
she likes the dark
on him milk white neck
The Devil's mark
now it's soul Hallows Eve
the moon is full
how will she trick or treat
I bet she will

not a day that smooth night
with Nosferatu
Hello Baby really leave moms do
Hey Girl nothing on you
well when I called her evil
oh she just laughed
well cast that spell on me
boom bitch craft

yeah you wanna do you want
because its raining and blowing
you can post
your roots are showing
don't him blush
done blah blah blah blah black number flash
blah the black number wrong
love ya and you
hello there anything you love love the and you
was like loving the dead
like having such as loving you
was like loving it
loving you was like loving the dead
loving you was like loving the day
was like loving the day
flight loving that man
was like loving the day
blah blah blah blah number 1
luck luck luck luck number one
fuckbook Black Mamba one
black black black black number 1
woah

Little Wolf skin boots 1206 the rest
an erotic funeral so which she is stressed
her perfume smells like burning leaves
everyday is Halloween

yeah you wanna do out
cause its raining and blowing
you can't go woah
cause your roots are showing
die in black
die in blah

black black black black mamba Warhawk
black black black black number down
wrong love you le vert hang you who hello Dan
you hello who love loving you
was like loving that concert
lovin you would like loving the dead
loving you would like more being the
loving you would like loving picture it looks like
loving the bed
looks like loving the day
looks like a loving the day
hell
soccer player
love seeing you
love you boo
love love baby and you
was like loving the dead
was like fucking the dead

***
I genuinely have no idea where the underlining came from. And seriously, "fuckbook Black Mamba one"?

Ugh. Now presenting, for your distress, the real lyrics.

I Don't Wanna Be Me

I don't want to be
I don't wanna be me
I don't wanna be
me anymore

advanced hearing at his home
to glass house
20 still looms
14 yellow
6 are blue
too little white dog food

I don't wanna be
I don't want to be mean
I don't want to be a man in my
I don't want to be
I don't want to be maybe
I don't want to be Mandy Moore
1 2 1 2 3 4

two steps forward
three steps back
without warning
heart attack
he fell asleep in the snow
man who woke up Dido moon

I don't want to be
I don't wanna be me
how do you want to be
mad anymore
how I don't want to be
I don't wanna be me
I wanna be me
anymore

huh
1 2 1 2 3 4

please don't dress in black
when you're at his wake
don't do that in mourn
up to celebrate

please don't dress in black
when you're at his wake
don't go there to mourn
buttons celebrate

I don't want to be
the one to blame me
how do you wanna be
with me anymore
I don't want to be
how do you want to be me
I don't want to be
mirror anymore

***

This is the exact thing advised in the real lyrics. I'm not mourning Peter, I'm celebrating. With buttons, probably.