No, you lie...
Your body is a cave
To bury my head
When the world turns back at me.

It's not a figure-eight
Your body is the seven mountains
I climb for forty nights
Whenever I need to figure out my life.

You're not slim, but curvy
Your body is that coffee
That keeps my neighbor awake
Reading the lyrics of your tone.

Yes, your body is not tea
It's a loaf,
With a downside butter
Please, spread it for me.