| Oh Ruth untie the boat
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| These kisses at your throat
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| Ask is Ruth in there
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| Safe grade school winter warm
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| Glue smell and tracing hands
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| Make leaves and more leaves
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| There is an infinite of burns
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| Finding David in the ferns
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| My stars it’s juarez Mexico
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| Seamless in Spanish pants
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| Just three years later
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| From underneath the sand
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| With roots and bugs in hand
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| She chews and listens
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| Happens heck as into hell
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| And a sex that calls to Christ to help
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| It’s an animal it’s a god
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| She moves through the well dressed dancing couples
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| Alone but not bothered by it
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| And totally involved with her fruit
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| No one asks her to dance even though it’s supposed to be her party
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| And the boysies find her total and slowish
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| Spinning past as the firsting finish last by done
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| 1:30 and I’m hungry of noon and a luncheon of ruthie
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| 1:50 as I’m dreaming a June and a garden of bursting
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| It’s 1950 over again where is my fresh diner daisy?
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| I’ve got a second land wife she is my something to give to them
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| I’ll bury her in the weeds it looks like a safe place to me
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| Wonder where I put my wings this time I’ve left them around
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| It’s breathing It’s scratching It’s my baby where am I going to
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| And stepping on the roof are the sexless and aged show girls
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| I find myself becoming aroused by white thigh girls with the know
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| Alive for now with others to spare bless my head
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| A few days ago I had vertigo seizure they’re taking my insides
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| I’m dying I may be calling out for the year
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| On an alien came a sign of what was
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| Everything I’ve ever learnt I learned in space |