She rains down like sugar and lands upon my tongue
She dances around my mental stage and sings a little song
She could be the night for me and I could be our day
And every time the bells should ring we'll go out and play
She believes that she's a cat and scratches me on the back
She licks me down to the lowest point then stop to take a nap
She could be new eyes for me and I could be her heart
The sticky hollow sins we share will rip our souls apart

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