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[bluetortoise]

it was short and sweet
or a drawn out strangling affair
they spent hours on the meat
and the preparation for this occasion
spent hours worrisome and planning
on their smile in the mirror
a panacea for every possible pest
and who'd be standing in each spot
who'd be chatting up with zest
or bilius, suffering to conceal
this is more than an ordeal
and which number would be playing
as they danced into the room
and as the cameras crack
oh, we hope it won't be raining
we've planned on a fool moon
an expansive sky with innumerable stars
leave your baggage in waiting cars
be the life or be the death
there's no need that hasn't been met
we've preconceived every possible direction
perused files of your desires
sunken teeth into your will
and produced a map
from point A to B
i've lived it through you and i've lived it through me
i've lived it through he
as well as she
as i believe it should be