It can be a fun game
but one of us may go away lame
You can beat me all you want
that bat is a powerless rod
for my heart is manufactured by god
and its strength is in it softness.
My nerfball heart can be kicked,
sat on, yum, slapped and slammed sum
but I don't play with fire, so
come squeeze me good baby
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