The Blue Good and plainly like a Georgia peach tree, picking sweet, twee, the high the seas,

running down your knees.

Water flooding me,

fill in, filling, me, out to my teeth. What are the flooding me? Feeling feeling,

out to my tea, I looked over to the left.

I think we should let it rain tonight.

No, I love it when we slip it's like,

don't stop, love, we got a loss of blood.

Sleep, wake up and repeat.

You'll get every little bit

You ain't never seen a drip like this

heaven at your fingertips

Don't you let a minute slip just say you have me.

Oh, tasty, tasty, and easy.

Hope you don't sleep on me.

I got good and replenish.

I've been here. I bet all the spaces in between.

It's magic when I taste you in the blue.

And average day is spent all in the sheets in the fact that when I tell you what you mean

demonstrate intimate memories every time I give you all my energy

ever says never sleep

never sleep

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