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Wrap you up in a coat of cobwebs, tactile little heart of tacks The more you lick, the more I chap You've a head like a postcard rack So try this trick and spin it Spin again, my Surfer Rosa All the while the world is whirling The morning tilts closer Your eyelids keep secrets Your eyelids keep secrets My soft and deep While you sleep Letras de cancionesno, no secrets Blowing bubbles with nicotine gum Kiss me below the seatbelt line On the roof with a toothpick flag Take your broken wings and learn to sigh In the half life of balloons We will measure how our hairs grow We lie curled like question marks Drifting off on pheromones Your eyelids keep secrets Your eyelids keep secrets My soft and deep I creep, I creep with the grace of an ice cream truck Ever I'll watch you sleep Beneath a blanket of dust, I'll tuck you in My soft and deep No, no secrets So try this trick and spin it Spin again, my Surfer Rosa All the while the world is whirling The morning tilted closer My soft and deep My soft and deep My Soft and deep I creep, I creep with the grace of an ice cream truck Ever wrought, you sleep Beneath a blanket of dust, I'll tuck you in My soft and deep No, no secrets Deep. From Letras Mania