You could put me in a bucket
Float me down the river
We could make love but
We'll have to do it quicker
Than your dad can run
You could bite my finger
Draw a little blood
We could mess around
Playing in the mud
In the summer sun
You could be my prison
Shackle me in chains
We could have a fight
Dig throughout my brains
With an old bent spoon
You could twist my hair
Fill it full of flowers
We could stand alone
Breathing in the shower
Under the Autumn moon
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