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
Don’t you let the heat out of the oven lordIt
Like a looking-glass-girlIn a minature worldSaw you dance like diceAnd
Here comes the bookThe book of rulesIf you play this
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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