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A dorsal vein
The size of two fingers
Half above the surface lingers
Should he embrace your morals or your lover?
Covered in honey and sheathed in rubber
We are air
We are everywhere
Trapped inside the cookie jar
If he gets out, he won't get far
He needs your compass and you need his direction
Wake up darling for your morning inspection
Should he caress your significant other?
If he does it again, will you do his brother?
We are air
We are everywhere