dad can't satisfy her in the bedroom ever since he passed away
there's no way to celebrate mother's day like writing a 12 page paper on all the racism that me and my family have been subject to in sweden. to the tune of massive attack, which, oddly enough, sounds like fantastic lap dance music to me.
It's in the way you patronise
The way that you avert your eyes
The way that you cannot disguise
Your looks of horror and suprise
It's the assumptions that you make
On my behalf, and for my sake
And in the way you do not hear
The things we tell you loud and clear
italian exam on thursday, organic chemistry next monday.
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"Would you rather torture her?"
"I know a little bit about that."
"No. What? We don't do that."
"Booth will die!"
"Character's who you are under pressure. Not who you are when everything's fine. We're the good guys. We don't - we don't torture people."
It's in the way you patronise
The way that you avert your eyes
The way that you cannot disguise
Your looks of horror and suprise
It's the assumptions that you make
On my behalf, and for my sake
And in the way you do not hear
The things we tell you loud and clear
italian exam on thursday, organic chemistry next monday.
_________________________
"Would you rather torture her?"
"I know a little bit about that."
"No. What? We don't do that."
"Booth will die!"
"Character's who you are under pressure. Not who you are when everything's fine. We're the good guys. We don't - we don't torture people."