Eyed it, dried it, untied it.
Chilled it, spilled it, refilled it.
Paste it, traced it, erased it.
She's my post to lean on
And I just cut her down
So I'm out to land on somethin'
Hopefully a girl will come to me at the ground
Writer(s): Joseph Donald Mascis Jr.
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