Dice: Uhm, not quite, Lolita will read out some lyrics, and if she doesn’t I’ll just completely say what she’s listening to.
Coral: Fine- uH, she’s a hoarder of quarters no boundary boredom, boundary boredom! I contend that you’re drinking eye has never opened, I insist somebody will die, and I hate hoping, wishing that the pills let you cry, and I hate coping, someday I will go back outside, and see her, okay.
Dice: there’s worst lyrics but, that’s fine I guess- anyways you don’t want to know the song name-
(I was going to use a more cursed song but it’s very inappropriate-)

