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Song of South Korea
We meet at a school
You seem to be cool
Snapback freckled skin 2000’s era emo hair so jet black it’s almost cruel
Yeah
The sight of you kind of makes me drool
Sitting in a bar talking to you like every fool
Who thinks they’ve got a chance sipping on this liquid courage fuel
Yeah
Your girlfriend’s in America so she basically doesn’t exist she’s a myth a memory a ghost a ghoul
Sure, you love her very much you both went to the same high school
Someday you want to take her on a honeymoon to Istanbul
Yeah
But in the pictures you show me I look at her ring finger and don’t see no jewel
And when I put my hand on your knee sitting bar stool by bar stool
You don’t tell me to stop and in my head that’s consent – but don’t quote me I didn’t go to law school
Yeah
Just one more Moscow Mule
Promise never to tell anyone about this - new rule
But I mean this game we’re playing now is pretty old school
Yeah
Your apartment doesn’t have a pool
But it’s not like I’m a queen who needs something to rule
I want this too you’re not going to get any sort of ridicule
Yeah
Our clothes slip off like an unwinding spool
Yes kiss me there I’ll give you the keys that you’ll
Need to save yourself from being very uncool
Yeah
Then he asks me if I want him to go harder
And I say
Yeah
Then he asks me if I want him to go faster
And I say
Yeah
Then he asks me if this means we’re, like, together now
And I’m like
What.
Asks me if he’s the only boy I’ll have sex with for the rest of my study abroad
And I’m like
What.
Asks me if I came yet
And I’m like
What.
Then he’s finished – we must’ve started all this, maybe, three minutes ago?
He commends me, says he’s never done something like this before and that I really know how to blow
And maybe we could do this again sometime, go to a countryside chateau
I say, yeah…
He says the sex was amazing, absolute dynamo
But his bangs are pushed back now and he’s not as cute without his hair making him all emo
I say I gotta leave, and he says really do you have class tomorrow, and in an unfamiliar falsetto
I say…yeah…
And as I’m about to go
He says I’m glad you’re not some hoe
And asks if he’s the first and only guy I’ve slept with during my study abroad, you know?
And I say, yeeaaahhhhh. No. Bye.