Title: Valgfritt

Text: All they keep asking me is if I'm gonna be your bride. The only kind of girl they see is a one night or a wife. I find it dizzying, they're bringing up my history, but you weren't even listening. I feel the lavender haze creeping up on me, surreal, I'm damned if I do give a damn what people say. No deal, the 1950 shit they want from me. I just wanna stay in that lavender haze. Talk your talk and go viral, I just need this love spiral, get it off your chest, get it off my desk. Hver avsnitt vil være en test.

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