coquet coquette you know I won’t forget
how you kissed me strange to prove you were mythical
oh my coquette you used my voice as your earthly vehicle
coquet coquette you know I won’t forget
how you hurt me twice to prove you were cynical
oh my coquette you are the death you are the pinnacle
with you I can only see my black-light constellations
and other shit I don’t think I have the language to say
I don’t want to catch you with some other guy’s face under your eyelids
something must be wrong
you give me emotional artifacts that can find no purchase
coquet coquette you know I won’t forget
how you sold me out to prove you were typical
oh my coquette you’re Herculean you are so miserable
coquet coquette you know I won’t forget
how you made me cry to prove I was dutiful
oh my coquette my teenage lust for you is so beautiful
with you I can only see my black-light constellations
and other shit I don’t think I have the language to say
I don’t want to catch you with some other guy’s face under your eyelids
something must be wrong
you give me emotional artifacts that can find no purchase
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Hercules is a Roman demi-god, often associated with the notion of physical strength and virility. He is also well-know for his Labors.
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