Touch; if only you wouldn’t.
Touch; I wish you couldn’t.
Touch; your finger ends up stuck to my lip.
Touch; it ends too fast. What a jip.
Lovey dovey,
Keep those pointers where they are.
Dangling from the moon,
reaching for a star.
Touch; keep your words away.
Touch; hold your hands at bay.
Touch; lock my caution away with the silver.
Touch; such a pain to catch, too long to deliver.
Honey bunny,
put the top up for me.
We’ve seen it all,
don’t you want to preserve the “we”?
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