Fun for an hour then the hour's gone
Can the one trick night feed 40 days?
In my bed at the break of dawn
She shivered like a vein
Slashed bright and new
She's got the radioactive
And it makes me feel okay
I don't feel OK
Grip-force the vials and strip the locks
Smash the set & slash the beds
And when it looks life a wife's ex-plot
We'll cover all the rugs with cheap perfume
She's got the radioactive
And it makes me feel okay
I don't feel OK
(Like a docent's lisp,
Like a damsel's spit,
Like a dry gin's twist (of lime)
Like a poor droll sir,
Like a pike's dull spurs,
Like a pastor's flock (of sheep))
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