1998 Prester John
Here there is giggling,
The expounding of a plot,
Will you make some mistake and point to me?
Open our selves to being blocked?
Here we huddle together and complain,
Here we get to know just what to trade,
What I gets you gots looks the same
Excuse me baby, I don’t remember your name
Feeling me up, emotional like,
Coughing in sync to build a frame.
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