It was the pitter-patter pitter-patter tears
that awoke me.
Shook you up and made you pretty, singing like a housewife.
Was it the hither-thither hither-thither eyes
that alarmed you?
Promises of pain and lust and things you never wanted.
There goes the wiggle-waggle wiggle-waggle days
that we dreamt of.
All the time I spent with you, my back up in the corner.
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