tickled and tossed
like a rabbit, like a rag
bent over backward
and the cat's out the bag
(you got your)
consummation babble
and your what-you-will sigh
save-it-'til-tomorrow lips
insinuation eye
take me any time
I'll let the small bones give
I'm a weak mosquito mortal
suck the blood and let you live
(I'll just)
use another napkin
so my mouth is rid of you
I can't swallow one red ounce
of what you say or do
my faith is a chasm
and you cannot
and you cannot
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