Well I held you like a lover:   Happy hands   And your elbow in the appropriate place.      And we ignored our others:   Happy plans   With a delicate look upon your face.      Our bodies moved and hardened:   Hurting parts of your garden   With no room for a pardon   In a place   Where no one knows   What we have done.      Do you cum?   Together ever with him?   And is he dark enough?   Enough to see your light?   And do you brush your teeth before you kiss?   Do you miss my smell?   And is he bold enough to take you on?   Do you feel like you belong?   And does he drive you wild?   Or just mildly free?      What about me?      Well you held me like a lover:   Sweaty hands   And my foot in the appropriate place.      And we use cushions to cover:   Happy glands   In the mild issue of our disgrace.      Our minds pressed and guarded:   While our flesh disregarded   The lack of space   For the light-hearted   In the boom   That beats our drum.      Well I know I make you cry   And I know sometimes you wanna die   But do you really feel alive   Without me?   If so: be free.   If not: leave him for me.   Before one of us has accidental babies.   For We are in love.      Do you cum?   Together ever with him?   And is he dark enough?   Enough to see your light?   And do you brush your teeth before you kiss?   Do you miss my smell?   Is he bold enough to take you on?   Do you feel like you belong?   And does he drive you wild?   Or just mildly free?      What about me?   What about me?   What about...?