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| stork daddy |
there's a lot about her i don't know, yeah she'll only maybe even tell all on the late late show, but i know she's got eyes like the night sky on a starless june, and a smile like piano keys before they dance to a ragtime tune. i don't know where this road is goin, but the roses sure smell nice, so linger here a while between the crosstreets of virtue and vice. she holds back, comes back laughs a laugh so infectious it needs a vaccine, and i'm feeling on, flying towards sun, more wracked with fever than i've ever been. body like a coiled spring. |
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