Best avert the eyes
What isn't known for sure
Is best kept in disguise
But can you know for sure
No wink, no bat, no grin, I've sat here now for hours.
Stop and then revise
Keep it up off the floor
Or it's your definite demise
Always, always wanting more
This thing, and that, no fling, no fact
She won't devour
Listening, with all my breath
Keeping alive with all my death
Keep the time, and tell me you're alive.
My only one has eyes
They give me a chant
From the top down to my thighs
Turn up your hand and stand
Electric's blind, no me, no mine
No turning sour
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