Bury me
Like dangerous waste
I'll lay dormant
For a thousand years
But it's like dismantling
A decommissioned spacecraft
Some parts you can't destroy
She fidgets too much
I've got a bee in my bonnet
Stay aspirant
To avoid accident
On my return
I will smother you
In everything that I've learned
Until you turn blue
Now is never a good time
When you're ready to engage
My newsprint fingers are turning a page
Oh, she fidgets too much
I've got a bee in my bonnet
Soon enough our lips will linger
And you start to pull away
But before this chance is torn asunder
Your hips begin to sway
The penultimate clinch
Lasted the longest
It's the penultimate clinch
It was the warmest
A deliberate pinch
Sounded the warning
Of a prudish flinch
I found it appalling
Oh, the penultimate clinch
Lasted the longest
It's the penultimate clinch
It was the warmest
A deliberate pinch
Sounded the warning
Of a prudish flinch
I found it appalling
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