You connected with the real
and I was a razor with no years
You connected with my ideals
and I was a razor I was near
I'm the neighbour of your home
and everyday I listen to you
I'm the neighbour of your home
and the noise of your razor is my only hoard
This sound in your home seduces me
M F are you at home? Can I seem (she)
excuse me are you in love? I cannot see
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