When the orange hides behind blue velvet
And an ocean crawls back to it
Over and over again
It becomes two parts, one
A meritorious swarm,
An army of glamazon henchman
Faultlessly polished gold,
Hands folded, little dips for the eyes,
Hands folded,
Two, platformed with legs spread
A desert where a pack of wolves presents a prince
And he bows his snout to sniff, to test a single taste
I guess I'm good to go
Not a virgin, not a house-wife
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