Are sweeter in this manner ye delicate funnels play on

let me experience the bliss of that

let me experience the bliss of that

How many kill how many no real statistics of that

Are sweeter in this manner ye delicate funnels play on

For the spirit is dead that sleeps

Beautiful is the 'thank you'

a miles greater hard route

Gracious I kept the first for one more day

Does my haughtiness offend you

Next to the lake underneath the trees

Come lay beside me and feel my desires

Come lay beside me and feel my desires

Much joy then from thee significantly more should stream

This will decide my destiny

Outdid the glowing waves in glee

Lodg'd with me futile however my spirit more twisted

The solitary and degree sands extend a ways away

We share what we have and to what we belong

At the meeting of my thighs