I know it's easy to imagine, but it's easier to just do,
See if you can't do what you imagine,
Then what is imagination to you?
Just a waste of space in your brain,
To take the place of hate or things all the same,
Tell me your secrets--the things that make you tick,
I like when you talk because your voice is angelesque,
I want to kiss you on the space below your navalette,
The place that you keep neat; so moist like a towelette,
This will mark the day our minds and souls will connect,
Let's not forget the sex, my heart you can collect. - Kid Cudi
Thanks to Ossika for these lyrics from "Enter Galactic"...I stole it from his page :)
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