Hugs Are For Winners Sweetie

I don't know why it wouldn't be y, must be too close to sweaty; like I'd like to get with you, when you're both so sweaty you glide like, I don't think dancing, or running or drugging ever got as high as. You know, twin y's. Domineering baby folk. Something about bad bindings, the yolk of trust and henhouses; the prettiest word in three, two, one. You drink your water. Believe whatever comes. Whatever it lies.