Stir up my tinkle
Move onto my chest
Don't make a simper
It's inside my breast
Slurred in my aorta
Shot in the back of neck
Smother the slumber
Smartened with smallpox
Don't make a sound
Don't scratch the ground
The trust in you're bound
Pretty soon you'll be found
Don't let out your hound
Put your hand in a bee hive
Through the times you're mine
I know you hate to hitch-hike
But the road goes on for miles
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