Transcription: Those fingers in my hair That fly come hither stare That drips my conscience there It wits clouds And I've got no detail The hoonk is too intense for it What good would common sense for it do? Cause it's wick-crowd Wicked wick-crowd And although I know it's strictly taboo When you arouse a need in me My heart says, yes indeed in me Proceed with what you're leading me to It's such an ancient fit But one I wouldn't quit Cause there is no nicer place with the human
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