.You get the ankles
And I'll get the wrists.
You get the ankles
And I'll get the wrists.
You get the ankles
And I'll get the wrists.
You come down to this.
Nerves are up
And the eyes all screwy
Blood like a panful
Of boiling ratatouille
My muscles.
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