push and pull me
You know what
You want
push and pull me
Out to buy me
You tempt and try me
Once more gently lying to me
prostrate your fine freedom
Your keys to your kingdom
from the dark depths of wisdom
Trying to look like no loss
at play with no boss
On a broken bed
You toss
push and pull me
You know what
You want
push and pull me
Just short of the sun
and short of the moon
Is always how
You spite me
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