a delicious party? a change of environment?
Look at that
trading in your "leopard pilbox hat"
for a rusty chain,
tug me back (again) try to pull me
into the sack--
Mmm-mmm no- not goin' there,
Nooot goin' back--
I'd rather slump over in this chair
I'd rather sulk and twist my hair
I'd rather fluff up your pile of duff
I'd rather dust up your pile of snuff.
Isn't it time you introduced me?
isn't it fair that you let-loosed me?
I think it's time to let it go.
I think, maybe, yes, tomorrow.
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