The Barnesian Joys, Made Clickable:
Close your eyes and count to three/I kiss you where I shouldn't be/'cause you look like a playground to me, player. If I treated someone else/The way I treat myself/...I'd be in jail I want somebody to frisk me/I want this night to distort me I made a wish that I really shouldn't have/When it came true didn't know what to do with it/Are we to blame for our dreams?
Like some childish demon/Who takes pleasure from it's sting/You are a bad thing













