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Help
Oh, you left me hanging,
just like a crane
in operation.
What am I supposed
to do with this thing?
I can't tame
the jungle
with a tiger running loose.
Every time you
talk to me,
send a word,
get on the phone.
let me see
the infinite presence
of your open door policy
I melt down
like butter
on your backside.
Is it hot in here
or is it just you?
Give me a hand here
or at least clap in applause
at the wonderful work you do?
I need a little help here;
let me think of you
while I abandon
everything else.
runningturtle87
just like a crane
in operation.
What am I supposed
to do with this thing?
I can't tame
the jungle
with a tiger running loose.
Every time you
talk to me,
send a word,
get on the phone.
let me see
the infinite presence
of your open door policy
I melt down
like butter
on your backside.
Is it hot in here
or is it just you?
Give me a hand here
or at least clap in applause
at the wonderful work you do?
I need a little help here;
let me think of you
while I abandon
everything else.
runningturtle87
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