Theres something not okay about your vibe
Id guess you someone elses cool young clone
Its point of view Ive voiced and not a jibe
Im not okay youre not in pain alone
You see Im pixie little height Ive shown
Ive date of birth thats dated back and fake
Im nine years old truth fully known
I pass as nineteen plump proportions sake
As hormones helped young bones one female make
The narrowed shoulders wed to widened hips
And were what we eat doctored bread we break
You mustnt let on we two lock our lips
I love you clone if not transhuman husk
I crave you customized each dawn or dusk
Chorus husk pod shell
