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i can tell by your position that you don’t care for my condition
conditionally upon you and forgetting the zoo you grew up in
i can tell by your stare that I’m unaware of the state that you’re in

this is about the time of year that I take my clothes off
cold nakedness is a sweet and sour mistress
i wouldn’t mind a sweet and sour mistress right now
this is about the time of year I take my clothes off

brambles and brambles in the fields we just bought are steals
steels to be banged against with force and sound
brambles and thistles are epistles to our hearts

this is about the time of year I take my clothes off
cold nakedness is a sweet and sour mistress
i wouldn’t mind a sweet and sour mistress right now
this is about the time of year I take my clothes off

caress you naked thought against my face and waste a trouble or two
to remember why we started, broken-hearted
in the bloody heat of june

this is about the time of year I take my clothes off
cold nakedness is a sweet and sour mistress
i wouldn’t mind a sweet and sour mistress right now
this is about the time of year I take my clothes off