Scratch, chew, fingers thin, knuckles dry
Bloat, turn, advantage for the kill
Pound deep in the heart of the hand
Stash, hoard of embryonic scum
Holding hands, caress, and savor you
But I do the things that you wish you could do
The witch on his head
A string of loyalty and love
The witch on his head
A bottom dip to fuck the top
Summer season, masticate
In essence, in a new age
The witch on his head
A string of loyalty and love
The witch on his head
An alcove, a scratch, and find my way towards the sun
Scratch
Scratch
Scratch
Scratch
Scratch (I'll find my way)
Scratch (I'll find my way)
Scratch (I'll find my way)
Scratch
Scratch
Scratch
Scratch
Scratch
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