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You legs smile on the threshold
Her moustache quivers in the winter air
Be here
Be here

Not naked as a babe
Not nude as an offering

But naked as a weapon
Stripped as a weapon
Proud as a weapon

Your legs smile on the threshold
Her moustache quivers in the winter air
Be here
Be here

Yesterday I felt that click inside

That click of something giving
Something giving something away
That click of something breaking inside

Yesterday internally

I felt the ocean drain away
The ocean where I deep-sea dive
where I dive down and drop my army

(Call it the angel declivity

Call it an issue a factor
In the sado-erotic chill of the morning)

Your legs smile on the threshold
Her moustache quivers in the winter air
Be here
Be here

Driving the car (she’s got) all the answers

When I drop her down
When I open her up
When I push her

She’s got all the right answers

Call it the angel declivity
Call it an issue a factor
In the sado-erotic chill of the morning

Her moustache quivers in the winter air
Be here
Be here