Bread from Hound by Basset

I can't make it out,
the pink and the yellow expression.
I feel like a bread,
but with- but I can't leaven.

I don't know what you mean,
I don't know what you mean about me.

You look like a mole,
little beady eyes and fish bowl glasses.
Turtlenecks and cigarettes,
straight A pig in your resentment classes.

*chorus*

You're just a little cub,
smoking stop signs in the mirror.
Don't make that face at me,
you are the killer.

*chorus*

I feel you, and I wonder if I,
am a good one.
I see you, and I think about why,
you're a good one.
And I know, I'm pretty sure we're gonna have a good time.

I don't know what you mean,
I don't know what you mean about me.
I don't know who you see,
La-la-la
I don't know what you mean,
I don't know what you mean about me.

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