Perfume-V

Fun for an hour when the hour's gone
Can one trick nights feed 40 days?
In my bed at the break of dawn
Shivered like a vein slahed bright and new -

She's got the radio active and it makes me
Feel ok
(I don't feel ok)

Grip-force the vials
And strip the locks
Smash the set and slash the beds
And when it looks like a wife's ex-plot
We'll cover all the rugs with cheap perfume.

She's got the radio active and it makes me
Feel ok
(I don't feel ok)

Like a docent's lisp
Like a damsel's spit
Like a dry gin's twist (of lime)
Like a poor droll sir
Like a poke's dull spurs
Like a pastor's flock (no church)

I don't feel ok.

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