one mile in the air that's where she lives
her body
Your body grows more beautiful
with every move you make
Your body
A disease is under my fingernails
it stains me like a
your morning smile of torture holds me in its grip
you
Someone's evil laugh shoots down my back
shapeless and aging we
Don’t you let the heat out of the oven lordIt
Like a looking-glass-girlIn a minature worldSaw you dance like diceAnd
Move inside my daydreamLike fingers in a gloveTwisting round and
Run around the chairs in your Sunday dressIt's the best
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