I awoke without breasts
Just a clean, hard slate
I ran my hands over the new formed surface
Turned to you in bed
With some fear I'm being honest
But it's what I've always wanted
To be your man
Oh, to win your bread
Just a clean, hard slate
I ran my hands over the new formed surface
Turned to you in bed
With some fear I'm being honest
But it's what I've always wanted
To be your man
Oh, to win your bread
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