Keep your 'lectric eye on me babe
Put your ray gun to my head
Osozo nods sagely, the picture of thoughtful understanding, though nothing could be further from the truth. ”Doesn't your bar have other alcohol?” Their head cocks to the side. ”Is the cachaça important?” The intricacies between different drinks would never quote click for them, but it was important knowledge to have regardless.
”My hair?” A hand comes up to brush through the strands, face shifting as if they’ve never before noticed the change as it shifts a garish pink. The act falls away as quickly as their hand does, a shrug replacing it. ”It changes.” As soon as the question is answered though, there’s another one falling from Osozo’s lips. ”What’s with your voice?”
”My hair?” A hand comes up to brush through the strands, face shifting as if they’ve never before noticed the change as it shifts a garish pink. The act falls away as quickly as their hand does, a shrug replacing it. ”It changes.” As soon as the question is answered though, there’s another one falling from Osozo’s lips. ”What’s with your voice?”
Press your space face close to mine, love
Freak out in a moonage daydream, oh-
OSOZO
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