| Shiver |
|---|
| Wait and watch she’s defrosting |
| Wets in trickles of sunshine orange skin |
| Slowly come the gong of her voice |
| Flopping belly seallike onto my aching back |
| She’ll make you shiver make my fleshiver |
| Waiting’s over she’s singing |
| Surfs the shaking roof of my mouth |
| I am the moose I’ll howl at the flakiest moon |
| She’ll make you shiver make my fleshiver |
| She guides a weight into my spine |
| Melts the darkest day thaws a man out of my back |
| Licks and quivers until… |
