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At this point in the evening there is nary nothingThat can bring thrills to meThat can swell thrills in meLimp. SpentPlease let me beGo along and let Papa sleepWith a foot on the floor and and eye on the fanI can barely feel the touch of your handBring me some water if you want a kissCause my mouth is too dry for your lipsAnd my eyes are like olives in formaldehydeI should have lied to the doctorI lied to youSaid I had the flu but you were all the wiserAwoke to your asking at the side of the bed"Which dress is better?The green or the red?"The red the red cause it matches your toesAnd the blood that flows through my noseThe sheets are wet with the sweat of the nightBut I can't remember my dreamsAll I recall is a kiss on the earAnd you saying "Love you smokey bear"So go on with your day, pull down those shadesI'll be up soon after you leaveI rose with the sun but my head was on wrong and decided on dormancy From Letras Mania