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Press and turn the body language of
Fools and hand me just a tiny little
Piece of you
Something written as bold as
Sacrament and something as blue as
A bed-ridden marriage
Beats in and out of my love
And this drummer keeps her
Fists coming in my direction
Baby
Bite it through the skin
A tattoo of your lips
Serendipity
Serene as ever could be
Growing right beneath the
Surface
Can you handle the heat
Reminiscing through your
Finger tips
The belly-up, breakfast with
Lesbians-
Kind of beat
Don’t worry so much this time
It won’t make you the same
Kind of person as
Me
Fools and hand me just a tiny little
Piece of you
Something written as bold as
Sacrament and something as blue as
A bed-ridden marriage
Beats in and out of my love
And this drummer keeps her
Fists coming in my direction
Baby
Bite it through the skin
A tattoo of your lips
Serendipity
Serene as ever could be
Growing right beneath the
Surface
Can you handle the heat
Reminiscing through your
Finger tips
The belly-up, breakfast with
Lesbians-
Kind of beat
Don’t worry so much this time
It won’t make you the same
Kind of person as
Me