place your hand on them
and wipe their hollow eyes, closed
who am I to judge?
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place your hand on them
and wipe their hollow eyes, closed
who am I to judge?
who am I to judge?
well, if you insist I will
show you my magic!
show you my magic!
Sensuality of mine
transcends your divine
transcends your divine
my quality of being
a carnal fidget
a carnal fidget
is all but love to me, just
crude kernels that spawn
crude kernels that spawn
bring color to the virgin
ovary of love
ovary of love
shivers like an ear of corn
troubled by the wind
Troubled by the wind
the tumbleweed sallies forth
no end to the race
no end to the race
no end to the struggle
life goes on and on!
Life goes on and on
no matter how hard we fight
so get used to it
so get used to it
thorns are every where like this
touching makes them prick
Touching makes them prick
and draw a single blood drop
to form a new rose
to form a new rose
she had to bow down the bough
I had to kiss her!
I had to kiss her
earnest eyes shining in joy
and a wet nose, too
[yeah, Ode to Pepper, or some such thing, ha ha!] ;)
and a wet nose, too
run away! a moist tongue
slathers love...my face!