When your mind's made up,
I'll pull myself away--
my nipple is not a chew toy;
the light casts a shadow
--yesterday--
I was fond
but not in love;
everybody dance now,
just remember when a dream appears...
do you brush your teeth before you kiss?
I'm giving up on greener grasses,
chase you with a rolling pin;
Mr. Charming don't come home anymore--
no alarms and no surprises,
mine's better than yours;
there are stars in the southern sky,
peel to the quick,
give me a try,
a spoonful of sugar,
a glass full of gin,
if you have something to say,
you better say it now.
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