Strongest tasteLoudest dropHead is filledThe thought, unlockedYou’d be thirteenI&rsquo
Strongest tasteLoudest dropHead is filledThe thought, unlockedYou’d be thirteenI’d be thirty-fiveGone to find a place for us toHideBe together but aloneAs the need for it has grownCha-cha, cha-cha, cha-chaCha-cha, cha-chaA cave or a shedA car or a bedA hole in the groundOr a burial moundA bush or a treeOr the Aegean see will do for meCha-cha, cha-cha, cha-chaCha-cha, cha-cha-haaI can say that you look prettyYou turn my legs into spaghettiYou set my heart on fireFor you I found a ventIn the bottom of a coal mineJust enough space for your hands in the insideIf you goDo let me knowYou’d be thirteenI’d be thirty-fiveGone to find a place for us to hideA den or a dessertPerhaps an ink squirtA cellar, a wishing well, a warOr a guarantee will do for meFor you I found a cellOn the top floor of a prisonJust enough space for you to fit your feet inIf you goDo let me knowFor you I found a cellOn the top floor of a prisonJust enough space for you to fit your feet inIf you goPlease let me knowI go running with a heart on fire -- source link
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