Bury me
Like dangerous waste
I'll lay dormant
For a thousand years
But it's like dismantling
A decommissioned spacecraft
Some parts you can't destroy

She fidgets too much
I've got a bee in my bonnet

Stay aspirant
To avoid accident
On my return
I will smother you
In everything that I've learned
Until you turn blue

Now is never a good time
When you're ready to engage
My newsprint fingers are turning a page

Oh, she fidgets too much
I've got a bee in my bonnet

Soon enough our lips will linger
And you start to pull away
But before this chance is torn asunder
Your hips begin to sway

The penultimate clinch
Lasted the longest
It's the penultimate clinch
It was the warmest
A deliberate pinch
Sounded the warning
Of a prudish flinch
I found it appalling

Oh, the penultimate clinch
Lasted the longest
It's the penultimate clinch
It was the warmest
A deliberate pinch
Sounded the warning
Of a prudish flinch
I found it appalling