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ShirtYou're at my house you're in my clothesNo one knows, knows You're in my head like a dumb song It just goes, goes You're on my lips and on my face And it shows, shows I should be happy and I am I want you close to me You're like a simile, like totally You're like a deep sleep to an insomniac You're like the ocean floor, vast and cool You're like a swimming pool, hypnotic blue And I fell in, so take my hand, and swim around Kiss me hard, until I drown I wanna be your shirt So I can hug you while you work I wanna be your wife So you can beat me every night You're like a toothpick to teeth, mintiful You're like a metaphor for something else You're like a teen flick soundtrack You're sharper than a ginsu thumbtack, you cut my can So say you're mine, I'll give you back Take these hands, they'll squeeze back I wanna be your shirt So I can hug you while you work I wanna be your wife So you can beat me every night I wanna be your girl So you can hold me like your girl I wanna be your shrink So I'll get paid to watch you think |