Make me present, a part of yourself
Pretty little piece I can keep on the shelf
Something in pink, with the inside all red
“Middle of the heart, cross section,” it said
Take me somewhere inside of you
Anywhere’s fine, any opening will do
I’ll find my way in and you’ll close the door
And I’ll never be seen or heard any more
Give me a pint of your precious dew
And let me relax for a moment of two
Don’t go away cause you know we’re not through
Many are called but those that get away are few
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