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I'll be the cat if you'll be my canary,I promise I'll make things very, very,
easy were the words slipping from my lips
with my eyes on your lids and my hands on your hips.
If I swallow you up with a hiss and a grin...
...where's the promise you'll come back again?
Flutter your wings, lift off in flight;
if you don't leave ground now, there's chance you might
If I swallow you up with a hiss and a grin...
...where's the promise you'll come back again?
Flutter your wings, lift off in flight;
if you don't leave ground now, there's chance you might
never will I ever want you more
than when I ran upstairs, ego sore
andIheardyourfeetscrapethefloor
andIknewtomorrowthere'dbeastorm
butIdidn'tCAREIwantedyouMORE
thanalltheraintheskycouldpour
upon our heads as we swung on swings,
whispering stories, telling me things
about your grandmother and lint and fireflies
and the way the rain hit the lids of my eyes
like the way you hit the lid off my life,
knocked it clean off with a scalpel, a knife,
sewed yourself in where she used to stand.
With you it's easy; no silent demands.
No wavering looks. No shuddering hands.
I'm letting you in, cause you'll understand.
I'm letting you in, cause you'll understand.
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