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Her Position Was Solid
My position was unknown
I had some idea
But not really
How many lies in a day?
Sheets of silk express her
Mocking sleep before me
I forgive her of course
One again a flea on a back
Does it expand or all fall in?
Her bloomin' shoulder and wicked grin
Who's encircling who?
Hulas sail and crash on down
No rush my angel
It was all a joke
Nothing serious you know
This and that yes maybe
But not all the other stuff
Out of bullets step back
No worries mate
Me lady
Have a good fucking night
I had some idea
But not really
How many lies in a day?
Sheets of silk express her
Mocking sleep before me
I forgive her of course
One again a flea on a back
Does it expand or all fall in?
Her bloomin' shoulder and wicked grin
Who's encircling who?
Hulas sail and crash on down
No rush my angel
It was all a joke
Nothing serious you know
This and that yes maybe
But not all the other stuff
Out of bullets step back
No worries mate
Me lady
Have a good fucking night
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