With a bit of whistling and a roll of the wrist
I slipped into some rusty overalls to go
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The pomegranate seeds you offered
turned me inside out.
My fibrous insides turned against me,
pulling my straightjacket taut.
I can't see from the inside,
I can only feel the cold.
I know you won't release me,
but lay me in the marigolds.
turned me inside out.
My fibrous insides turned against me,
pulling my straightjacket taut.
I can't see from the inside,
I can only feel the cold.
I know you won't release me,
but lay me in the marigolds.