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Oh, Conor I think I just love you to death. I dream about you every night The way you rock my entire life Oh, Conor! I make love to your picture Every single night, before I go to bed. Then I have trouble peein' Cause Conor, after you masturbate Sometimes you have trouble peein'. I love it when you sing about mirrors I love it when you sing about clocks I love it when you sing about the torture you endure. By having a lot of money, and traveling the world! Oh, Conor! Oh, Conor! Oh, Conor, I wrote you a letter, and you never responded. Maybe that's because you're emo. And you are mad at everything Oh, Conor! I saw you in Newsweek. And at that point I stopped eating And I died my hair black And then I rubbed my titties Cause Conor, you're so f-cking trendy! Just like Hello, Kitty! I love it when you sing about death And I love it when you talk about strife Whenever you use sticatto it's so f-cking hardcore I'm sure it makes the ladies come like never before! Conor! Do you understand me? I love you! I want to make love to you! But I'm not gay, No I'm not! I'm heterosexual like you. But maybe if you're gay I'll be gay too! Cause I love you Conor, Oh oh oh I love you so Conor, I love your parents Because they made you Because they made you Conor Conor Are you listening? I think you and me Were meant to be We could hold hands The stars in the sky are bright today Brighter then they've ever been before Tonite is the night we'll meet In Saddle Creek Oh, Conor! Oh, Conor! Let's take it to the next level. |