Frothy odor of Kiss-Me
In my kitchen parlor
Rocking back in forth
In my mind
Leaving staying leaving
Staying
A perfectly melon atmosphere
Waiting to be opened
One distant
Christmas morning
Pick a number between
One and ten
Less is yes
More is no
Keeping me wrapped up
In a giant mason bottle
Let me out
Against the wall and
Lips
That move without speaking
Hands
That feel without feeling
Melon melon mine
Comfortably beside you
In and around you
In front and behind you
Smoke from you to me
Love that's never free
Comfortably numb
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