It kept on jamming up so
I tool a breather and sat down
to read some pages from a
fat book on UNIX.
It kept on jamming up so
I tool a breather and sat down
to read some pages from a
fat book on UNIX.
That tender spot can't breathe all day
Because we never hang from or lie against trees
With our fingers meshed behind our heads anymore.
Bound in cloth with arms down and rubbing,
You musk -- the scent is you and I can inhale so deeply
I taste salt and the pool on your skin and in your hair.
That tender spot can't breathe all day
Because we never hang from or lie against trees
With our fingers meshed behind our heads anymore.
Bound in cloth with arms down and rubbing,
You musk -- the scent is you and I can inhale so deeply
I taste salt and the pool on your skin and in your hair.