Designed for bouncy, now the appendage
Jets the glance downward.

I'm detecting the sullen art of your railway
scrubbing the skin off my organs, pleasing them
with your moody song, those glittering eyes
hiding what you'd do behind closed doors
Drop my hat reduced
for your pardon, I beg.

She had no idea I watched from the sidelines
she squirmed in her lavender *******
and discreetly rode that wetness (right in front of you)
standing in the swaying crowd.

Dalliance of the holy upstairs (to drive you mad)
clues between the lines
dreams between your legs.

I got a crazy thought. You'd like.
Do you wanna bounce with me
between the lines?