Dangerous personifications
La la la
Dance upon the hinged-jaw
You can't see them,
But its my job to serve
The hyacinth to these snobs:
Girls with pin-job knees
And down they go
Just like porcelain faucets
Deep into snow
And men so clean
And finely jobbed,
By just looking at them,
Lesser men are driven
To rob,
And I love you
Yes I do, but I've forgotten
Who you are or even were,
But I love you, its true,
Because its my job, its what I do.
La la la,
I love you.
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