Bodies fused
Hearts refused
I'm bored with you....
I mean with this
Pardon my Freudian slip
But you and I are a sinking ship
We lost our script
Somewhere in a forsaken crypt
Slipped and tripped
Because we weren't equipped
To go beyond the strip
Lips and hips
Led towards the typical trip
But I've got the pistol gripped
No fear, time to empty the clip

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