So close I can taste it
yeah, your sweater
so hot I could baste it
yeah, that sweater
I can't believe the action
the pattern of the yarn
creates a rhythm of attraction
like chickens in the barn
So close I can feel it
yeah, your sweater
so hot I could peel it
yeah, that sweater
I'm all up in its power
Like a hypnotist it flexes
I'm layed out by its flowers
all around the flag of Texas
So close, so close
So close, it's getting close.
Friday, November 13, 2009
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