And I love you, no matter where your brains may fall.
And I can't use, the spoon you left beneath the store.
And when your path, spoke just like our graveyard kids.
But I love you, if smoke blew water down this line.
It would be so hard, It would be so hard, you see?
That I tried enough to peel your skin down to the floor
just for me.
And I know, that you feel so wonderful this time.
And I want to pull you closer
My little butterscotch.
Take your time and hold it on the window frame inside.
While the thought kissed your bones like a pony ride.
To take laps around the face of our dime store lives,
but your gold songs could fill me up and pour the silver outside.
And we could run, but don't etch me to the bone.
Or could just laugh to the honey roasted saxophones.
And I know, that you feel so wonderful this time.
And I want to pull you closer
My little butterscotch.
And I love you, when your hair sleeps all away in my tongue.
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