.I've got arms like antfarms.
She's got a face I can't forget,
conceived the nights her parents met.
Our hands touch, cold.
Listen for certain city sounds
and move underground.
He's blushing from a stomach stab!
Embarassment is on our hands!
Ain't nothin' gonna be alright-.
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