He sees an object
something not entirely real
A few lovely panels and a price tag
Shutting down the sigh
said he would seek
when it was your time to love
Climbing up on those expectations
Caressing the roost when it's your time to love
Love was to get you firm, like a guru would
Never giving in just to win a core crow lier
Finish die up with the corny croppers
Soon sooth your muse voilá
So heat up it's your time to love
Cross the reach to cure your love
Go veer the oar go, sure as
The ruse stirs stirs stirred
Love was forget yourself as a squirrel
never grinning out from the cork cooler
Six feet up from the lucky fussers
Son sues you lose voilá
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