A Conversation With Bieber

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[Watsky:]
Heey! Justin! It's great to see you again, man!

[Justin:]
What's up, how are you?

[Watsky:]
So, today...uh... We're going to talk about love. is that cool to you?

[Justin:]
I mean, I'm not -I'm not a expert about love or anything. T'm still learning, I'm still... trying to get the process.

[Watsky:]
Well... When was the first time you fell in love?

[Justin:]
It was like on a... Church.

[Watsky:]
You fell in love with Jesus?

[Justin:]
Uhh, no. Basically, this girl, who was getting this guy, but he broke up with her so and she... I want to make her, 'cause she was lonely, "one last lonely girl" etc... and... yeah. or in a car.

[Watsky:]
Now see, I'm talking about love and you're talking about something carnal and raunchy.

[Justin:]
Uhm...

[Watsky:]
I mean, what is love to you? Why do you think that love is so special?

[Justin:]
I think it feels good.

[Watsky:]
You're so young... Well, I'll say that I'm like... Impressed and I don't really get how you find a time with your carrer.

[Justin:]
What do you mean, like, when do I do it and I'm under a hard time. Like, I just do whenever I feel in space, but, like...

[Watsky:]
Oh, you're a quick's men.

[Justin:]
Yeah.

[Watsky:]
Alright, that's a car story.

[Justin:]
This feels so weird, we're on the back of a car, uhm....

[Watsky:]
So, so... At t that point... You're in control, but... You have to make her feel like you're uncomfortable, because... That's your image.

[Justin:]
I'm a beast. Wet machine.

[Watsky:]
And that's when you take your shirt off.

[Justin:]
This one in, I just want in's!

[Watsky:]
You just ain't practicing.

[Justin:]
I mean, I'll go out with any woman I really fall in love with, I guess.

[Watsky:]
You're... A bit of a tramp.

[Justin:]
Yes, you're gonna write single and write it mingle. Down there.

[Watsky:]
I think you're going to be alright man.

[Justin:]
Yeah, I'm just looking forward to, uh, just... Being sucessful in whatever I do.

[Watsky:]
This... Is for those among us who got enough play
For twelve grades to carry on a updside down teaspoon.
For every kid who could've counted their highschool
Hook ups on two hands tied behind their back.
For every wall flower "say on's" master
With both palms on a crystal ball chanelling
The collective romantic prouds of Steve Urkel's,
Al Gore, Richard Simmons, Bill Gates and Screech,
From "Saved by The Bell", this...
This is the anthem for those among us
Who got none in our formity years and this poem
Is for every highschool virgin who wouldn't hadn't any. Other. way!