playful pandering for pleas of pleasure
proudly prancing through fields of weather
whether it's broken, whether it's bright
we slowly turn to disappear from sight
let me coddle, caress, and cuddle you
while you smirk and shove and say we're through
cause now i know, just as well as you
that we might as well embrace the nude
i'll show you my soul, i'll show you my words
i've only felt cold from your musical birds
allow me to fumble, trip over myself
as i promise you a different kind of wealth
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