Thirty Odd Foot Of Grunts
Hold You
This time is no differentI control my urge to feedStalking your scentThrough the kitchenThis type of social gatheringLeaves openings for speechAnd I would talk to youBut I'm twistingIf you knew what I was thinkingYou'd probably drown meIn what you were drinkingI'd swim for sureTo hold youTo hold youTiny little shiversFrom across a crowded roomEvery time I see youYou haunt meI know that it's possibleI have dreamt that it came trueThat you left himAnd you want meWhich mode are you inSongtexteIs this the poor little girlMy princessMy queenI'll take them allAnd hold youHold youIf you knew what I was thinkingYou'd probably drown meIn what you were drinkingI'd swim for sureTo hold youTo hold youTo hold you
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