| One score and five eyes wide
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| And blind now with fright
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| And your freckled pride bright white
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| In this merciless light
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| Held tight to rise and twine
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| And i in recline
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| Your thighs inside mine
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| I realize weve no time to hide
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| So what wondering eyes might pry
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| At the switch of this light
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| But much to my surprise the brightness subsides
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| Before i catch sight
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| How can you approach those throes
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| In clothes your parents chose
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| As above so below
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| Or so have i been told
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| And though my age may show
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| No more so than that rose sewed
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| In your underclothes
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| A joke a callow hope
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| And should you choose to stay
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| Or if instead you stray
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| I pray that either way
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| This (?) chain remains in place
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| One score and five eyes wide
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| And sick with this fright
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| White lies aside somehow surprised
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| But I’ve missed my time
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| And yet never you mind might my tide rise
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| A little behind
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| For between you and I I’d sooner die
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| Than live with this kick inside |