Your eyes are as big as a quarter when they're shining
Your fingers reach down in my stomach lining
Your voice sounds just like an alley cat is crying
I got the feeling you have never once stopped trying to undress me
You make yourself into a mirror to reflect me
I see my eyes are shallow stones
In a prison made of bones
Wrapped in a bag of skin
Highlighted by the lines of repetition
That all my fear's been carving
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big secret i hope its good whats the big secret
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