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And it gets all over everything

Sticky hands-

the price of touching delicious things.

 

And no matter how I handle you...

from the spout, with a mitt, upside down,

you get all over my mind

you sneak your way into thoughts that

haven't even come close to you.

 

And for each drop of soap

an ounce of appetite comes to tip the scale.

 

A sticky heart.

That's the price of touching delicious things.

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