simple enough
If I wanted to, I could
I could dissect every word
you ever said
Take off the fabric that surrounds--
I would never, I told you,
I want to taste your skin,
after it's been hung on the clothespin
in the sun too long
If you heard this, you'd take it the wrong way
you want to taste me
because that little kiss,
you knew what you were doing
and now your hands know every inch of me
so fuck off now