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HONEY IS FOR BEES, EXCEPT WHEN YOU'RE A DARLING PINK STRAWBERRY
The other night I was thinking that
If I could be anything in this world
I'd like to be transliterated by every
word, received by some molecular
action pursuant to my fingers,
Let me be reduced to all the colors,
an abundance from which to choose
I want to be rendered motionless exerted by the way your fingers make me feel
let me make you're fingers feel that;
Tiny tawdry individual caressers,
Swirly lightening fires in the clouds,
makin' you misspell all your colors
Remind me of my favorite color
Honeydew filled with neon
Darling pink strawberries;
All mixed up emotions
Deep down in me.
If I could be anything in this world
I'd like to be transliterated by every
word, received by some molecular
action pursuant to my fingers,
Let me be reduced to all the colors,
an abundance from which to choose
I want to be rendered motionless exerted by the way your fingers make me feel
let me make you're fingers feel that;
Tiny tawdry individual caressers,
Swirly lightening fires in the clouds,
makin' you misspell all your colors
Remind me of my favorite color
Honeydew filled with neon
Darling pink strawberries;
All mixed up emotions
Deep down in me.
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