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I'm tired of girls who fight with boys and graze their knees
And boys who tell stories of girls and stain their sheets
And where did you get to smell so sweet, is that sweetness for me?
And where did I find these eyes that
I found, they will surely let me down
And your hair stops short of a line which starts at your neck
And flows over your collarbone down to your breast
Where my hand lies ever so gently
And my hand starts to move down your
Stomach and in between your thighs
To a soft warm place I call home
And may God protect your home
There's a lady who cries and builds a shrine to her miscarried child
And a small boy who cries for trembling
White mice as they slowly, slowly die
I've seen these sights through the sleepiest eyes
And a heart so contentedly wise and tired
Now I bathe in the light of the most
Beautiful heavenly angel this side of the sun
And your hair stops short of a line which starts at your neck
And flows over your collarbone down to your breast
Where my hand lies ever so gently
And my hand starts to move down your
Stomach and in between your thighs
To a soft warm place I call home
And may God protect your home
I need you (I need you)
Like I need no one before
I've never needed anyone before