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Cover me with implements from wood

My hymen broke and the aftertaste wasn't good

I'm the new, improved, crystal clear, Jesus in a can

A devious confection, a potpourri of succulence

You can scour me from grin to limb, I'll make my gooseflesh crawl

Blanket me from abstinence, I'm going through withdrawal

My ego got caught in the zipper of my parts, Golgotha in a glass

No one's thicker than me, I think that I made a mistake

Misogamy, sodomy, lobotomy

Pull back the wrapper, inhale the smoke

Rotisserie overturns for another poke

Like a ball card stuck in the spoke, I keep clicking

I'm ticking, I love a good beating

I've got a pocket friend named "Presley"

And a low, phlegmatic lip

the lingering scent of sexuality on my fingertips

I've become anorexic towards my bulimic appetite

I've got a platypus complex and an asthmatic alibi

My hymen broke, my hymen broke

My hymen broke, inhale the smoke.