come hither my lord
the night's cold and I'm bored and
this mug's overfull
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come hither my lord
the night's cold and I'm bored and
this mug's overfull
this mug's overfull
and before it spills and goes
down the drain, drink it!
Down the drain, drink it
fountains gushing bitter thoughts
I can feel the sting
I can feel the sting
your stinger left, injecting
my breath is shortened
my breath is shortened
press your lips over mine and
resuscitate me!
resuscitate me
oh winds from shaken hollows
let my spirit dance
Let my spirit dance
before the conjured fire
tis' witching hour
'tis witching hour
black curtains and a stage bare
all manner of plays.
all manner of plays
not one equal to the game
you once played on me!
You once played on me,
Walking your Polly Pocket
Across my stomach.
Across my stomach
is the straight path to my heart
bypassing liver!
Bypassing liver!
the surgeon does his job right
ignoring the heart
Ignoring the heart
Tossing off the mind's protests
Enchanting the soul
Enchanting the soul
Sing a charming song aloud
It might be captured
It might be captured
fling your scoop net on his heart
in step with its beats