It is not easy to please.
Nor is it easier not to!
It is an addiction of sorts...
To come to grips with unconditional love.
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You keep your lips and what's behind them zipped.
No explanation do you give for this.
But then you expect understanding given for it.
And you're bottled up.
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Nothing I will ever do,
Will be for the purpose...
To sell a percentage of my soul.
There aint 'nuthin' on this Earth,
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They dislike each other.
Ask them!
They will admit they do.
Ask them the reason...
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I once met a woman from Nantucket.
Who wanted me to add fluid in her bucket...
'GRANDPA? ? ? '
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Would you like a pick up in my bucket,
For a nice drive far away?
Would you like a back rub in my tub,
And be relaxed by my serenade?
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Censored by minds immature.
But no less decadent.
And hardly pure.
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No need to tell me you don't understand.
Uh-uh...
I'm not the kind to seek a rhyme or reason.
No!
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A cascading cavalcade of fine gems you are!
Your eyes twinkle with gifts...
Adorned with sparkling stars.
To witness this,
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Picking words with syllables heard,
To sound a beat or create a mental feast.
Artists of descriptive depictions...
Choosing from within and behind,
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