Mathilda

Oh decry with these two fingers

I can show you why

That I'm restricted

When you kiss me so promiscuously

I'll be screaming go-tilly-go

Oh delay without these shackles

I can show the way to make you obfuscate

And push aside utensils

I'll be screaming go-tilly-go

When all this commotion dies down

She'll deliver a subtle soliloquy

Straight to his pillow

Which frowns as she strikes it

With fists that insist

The light of their fridge door

Was always a metaphor

I'm bewildered

So please explain to me right now Mathilda

How all the friction in your diction

Leaves me staring at you

I'm still screaming go-tilly-go

I'll decide with these two fingers

I can show you why

Despite my lethargy and mispronunciation

I'll be screaming go-tilly-go

When all this commotion dies down

She'll deliver a subtle soliloquy

So full of agony

He'll be embarrassed

And walk on the terrace

Whose slate floor he always found

Seemed like a metaphor

Aaiiiiii

P-r-o-m-i-s-e-s

The promises

P-r-o-m-i-s-e-s

The promises

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P-r-o-m-i-s-e-s

The promises

P-r-o-m-i-s-e-s

The promises

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The promises

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The promises

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