a little less lifted and a lot more dry
still feeling the world and unable to cry
let me down there, let me show how to fry
i promise to handle it, i promise to try
i'm manic but frugal
i want to give gifts
let me tickle your bugle
while you strum out a riff
time comes unhinged
when you walk in the place
you've left me all singed
hanging off the plate
i'm manic but mellow,
i've silenced my roar
i'll restring your cello
if you ask me for more
never give up
is what they scream in reply
fill up your cup
before you clean out your sty
i'm aching and arching my back in the sun
always remember to clean your gun
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