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Lift up your candle dress
Unweave your nylon spine
In velvet and in onions
You will soon be mine
I am your humble servant
Madam as you see
Tonight I am determined
You will lie along with me
You are an insect mother
With a black shiny head
That parts your cloak to open
Human you upon the bed
You are an insect mother
I your jammy son
And now we've found each other
There is nowhere else to run
Lift up your candle dress
Unweave your nylon spine
In velvet and in onions
You will soon be mine
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