all night,
its all right,
im on a flight,
im out of sight.
where is it?
the thing?
dont you hear it...
when we sing?
inside of the box i've got the chicken pox,
itchy itchy itchy.
she's bitch bitchy bitchy.
he's got a soft touch,
it ain't much.
but i'd stray cat him,
rub him up, down and such.
tea pot,
forgot,
i have things,
to do, a lot.
band-aid, pasta made,
colors brilliant,
colors fade.
pressing buttons,
with my.... tips.
licking salt,
got some slimy lips.
crooked smile,
for a while.
got that stomach potion in the ocean,
can taste the sea-sick bile.
nosy, chose thee,
and now i see,
that what happens,
isn't always meant to be.
black top sidewalk,
hop scotch, play chalk.
we bounce like a spring,
blooming open, flapping wing.
microwave oven,
all for warm lovin'
metal gate, fancy date,
yes or no it could be fate.
hiya there, we sit and stare,
wrap our arms and go no where.
or we do,
how bout you?
here's your line, listen for the cue.
sticky honey from the buzz,
bees are yellow just because.
foamy bath, complicated math,
subtract some please and have a laugh.
divide me or; come find me, or;
lets take off together to go add more.
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