Who do you like more?
She asked me yesterday
And how could I answer?
Even if we were married
I don't think that
I'd like you better than
Your sister...
And how could you ask
A question like that
Anyways? How could you?
A yellow toothed tourist
Passed by as I was saying
All of this to her
With a fat wife by his side
Carrying a pathetic
Little shopping bag,
A sad little thing.
And shop cleaners and
Maintenance men were
Walking around too and
How could I like her
Better than any of them?
I didn't think to ask
Her this, though, I
Don't think that I'd
Know how to...
That sweet little thing
Who loved everyone
Without any judgment
Wanted me to love her
The most, better than
Her sister at least
And that was it...
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"In the room the women come and go
With Vodka-mixed orange Jello"
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