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I.D.W.2 F
02:39
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I don't want to fuck
I just want to spoon
I'm too sensitive of a man
To be any closer to you.
And it's not really you
It's all about me
I get weird just thinking about
Being inside someone so pretty.
My skin doesn't grow thicker
My heart grows weak
I thought of another woman
when I kissed your back
But you're all I smell in my sheets.
Now you're sharing your secrets
And my fingers between your legs
It feels so good to hold someone again
You don't remind me of anyone.
Could I believe in anyone?
Could I believe in you and me?
You don't even know my middle name
It's so easy to be wrecked by beauty.
Take me out of your mouth
I'll take you out of my mouth
We'll both empty our mouths
There's nothing in my mouth.
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2. |
Friends
03:15
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Tequila, my friend
You make me
A bad man.
Tequila, my friend
You help my
Pituitary gland bend.
And ache
Like a dirty earthquake.
And what's inside me
Is inside you
What comes in the bottle
Comes real
With every swallow
Swallow.
Tequila, my friend
She pulled my pants down
And said she knows
My girlfriend.
Tequila, my friend
Inhibitions with you
Always end.
And break
You take me to a better place.
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3. |
Your Hands
03:26
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Take off your shirt
Take off my pants
Shake off my troubles
It's a dance for the past.
I think of you often
Your memory's safe
Relived on my futon
Listening to Planet Waves.
And your hands
Are better than mine
And your hands
Aren't here at my side.
I miss your smell
It can't be repeated
Scents grow dull
And it's only me I'm reheating.
It was sweat and shampoo
Now it's cocoa butter lotion
And I dream of your hair
In my afternoon motion.
And your hands
Are better than mine
And your hands
Aren't here at my side.
We're together forever
Like little hairs you can't see
And as you're with someone else
You're still pleasing me.
And your hands
Are better than mine
And your hands
Aren't here at my side.
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4. |
Dark Plums
06:15
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My body is a plum tree
Reach between my legs
Ripe are the fruits
You keep turning away.
Dark plums, dark plums
Need some love today.
Is your mind an orchard
Barren and torn to shreds?
Or do you not want me?
You drink your juice from a different bed.
Dark plums, dark plums
Need some love today.
Can you feel them swell beside you?
Shoo the fruit flies out of your way
It's been like this for two months
Are we too good of friends to play?
Dark plums, dark plums
Need some love today.
Release me, release me
Make me moan like a man
You'll remember why we started
I'll give you butter for your jam.
Dark plums, dark plums
Need some love today.
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5. |
My Lips
03:19
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My lips on your knees
Make you say jeez
What if I sneeze?
Will you still want me?
Are we understanding each other
Or understanding death?
My body in your body
All in one deep breath.
Believe in love
Believe in faith
Believe in beauty
Never procreate.
My chest on your back
My lips tickling your arm
I'm counting brown freckles
You're making silky white tar
Will we wear out our welcome
As closeness grows dull?
Our bodies too familiar
My hard-on sinks into a lull.
Believe in love
Believe in faith
Believe in beauty
Never procreate.
My lips on your lips
After cunnilingus
Nothing is nothing
Bliss is bliss.
Believe in love
Believe in faith
Believe in beauty
Never procreate.
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