He sees an object - it is you
something not entirely real
A lovely pair and a blank price tag
Shutting down the sigh
Said he would seek you- to renew
when it was your time to inspire love
Climbing up on those expectations
Caressing the roost when it was your time to love
In actual fact it was love!
Love was to get you firm, like a guru would
Never giving in just to win your core clench tier
Finishing up with farm girl corny croppers
Soon sooth your muse voilá
So heat up it's your time to love
Cross the breach to cure your love
Go veer the blade of the oar go, sure as
The ruse stirs stirs stirred
Getting Love was to forget yourself as a thin squirrel
never grinning out from the acorn stock cooler
Six feet up from the lucky fussers bones
Sun stews you can´t lose voilá
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