Stop Your Masochistic Fishing
Don't start...
Saying that you're missing my kissing,
When we're distant.
Comeon, comeon.
Stop your...
Masochistic fishing,
Just to hear me pitch a fit.
So comeon, comeon.
You know the shape I'm in,
When you smell the liniment.
You know the shape I'm in,
When you smell the liniment.
So comeon, comeon.
Don't start...
Saying that you're missing my kissing,
When we're distant.
Comeon, comeon.
You know the shape I'm in,
When you smell the liniment.
You know the shape I'm in,
When you smell the liniment.
You know the shape I'm in,
When you smell the liniment.
So comeon, comeon.
Stop your...
Masochistic fishing,
Just to hear me pitch a fit.
You know the shape I'm in,
When you smell the liniment.
So don't start...
Saying that you're missing my kissing,
When we're distant.
Comeon, comeon.
Don't start...
Saying that you're missing my kissing,
When we're distant.
Comeon, comeon.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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