Bury me Like dangerous waste. I'll lay dormant For a thousand years. But it's like dismantling A decommissioned spacecraft. Some parts you can't destroy. She fidgets too much. I've got a bee in my bonnet. Stay aspirant To avoid accident On my return I will smother you. In everything that I've learned Until you turn blue. Now is never a good time When you're ready to engage. My newsprint fingers are turning a page. Oh, she fidgets too much. I've got a bee in my bonnet. Soon enough our lips will linger And you start to pull away But before this chance is torn asunder Your hips begin to sway. The penultimate clinch Lasted the longest It's the penultimate clinch It was the warmest A deliberate pinch Sounded the warning Of a prudish flinch I found it appalling Oh, the penultimate clinch Lasted the longest It's the penultimate clinch It was the warmest A deliberate pinch Sounded the warning Of a prudish flinch I found it appalling