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Robyn Hitchcock - In Agony Of Pleasure |
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@ @ |
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In agony of pleasure |
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I crumble to my knees |
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I lick your frozen treasure |
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You cup my furry bees |
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But one bee bubbles over |
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Your fleshy brimming cup |
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It falls into the clover |
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And lands all downside up |
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It crawls across your stomach |
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Not far above the food |
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That you are still digesting |
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Inside your large intestine |
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And into your hydrangea |
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It draws its furry legs |
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You're crouching like a stranger |
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That aches to lay her eggs |
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In ecstacy of pressure |
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You quiver in the jam |
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While naked angels measure |
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A piece of rotting ham |
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In symphonies of jelly |
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You play with my disease |
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While back across your belly |
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There crawl dusty bees |
