It was my idea, now you see
It is not me it is my dream
To wake in the morning with love in my eye
Next to you in the soft morning.
Tough on you I want to be
To make you mine. I long to see
The lust in you come forth and sigh.
I wonder if you will ever buy
Me a beer and trough with me,
Soften the hunger that whirls my tree
That opens the door to mad and mine
True it stops with opening see?
It traps my heart and closes doors
I see you there and I wonder more,
What do you want? I cannot see.
Break me down, I want to be
The right of my word
The sleight of my bird
The wake of me
The host of you
C’mon Babe! May you see
You cannot come unless you be
A girl of mine that only knows
The size of my grasp the hold of nose
As I plunge my finger forever in your wool
Do not splutter – I’m Daddy-cool!
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