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STIFF

My stiff upper lip's like an old prick's stiff dick/
That's being optimistic,
like seeing an optometrist,
without getting on her nerves,
but instead just getting on the optic nerves of her clitoris/
I would dig the optics/
But I find that there's penis envy,
when chicks are straight as fuck;
want dicks; shy away from cunts/
If Freud noted anything more,
it was likely nuts/
You're an uptight, formal, stiff, rigid chick in charge;
You've got me spitting bars on bars/
So, the suitcases present are wet, Karen,
coz the bars for them are phlegm/
I'm as sick as ever,
in talking about the weather/
Verbal diarrhoea ain't clever,
unless Freudian slips/
You keep losing it,
like some fat arrow-tip from Cupid,
that was pushed into your bright red skin/
Calm down, for fuck's sake!/
You're run down,
like you think being 'up' is being fake,
and acting like being paid to be breaking up each day with your client base/
You should clean the space you made between us,
coz it's yours to take away/
You're so stressed,
you always get takeaway/
Fuck taking anything away!/
Customer service here shouldn't be only after take number eight;
waiting for ages/
Whether that's small talk-ing back ain't quite clear/
Clear that up with saliva,
and spit on me to say 'here here', if it is/
I know you're my boss right here,
but since you're right, here,
I'ma call you out for being in my head;
doing my head in/
I'ma fall headfirst for your lips/
I don't care about positions/
I just wanna sniff your hollows out,
and swallow your breaths, in nosing about,
until I find another woman, who is nosing around,
and when that is is around-about now/
Kay, tell me: is making you laugh
enough to get you spraying out loud?,
if it's a saying, in just saying it,
sans watering this down/
I want your unadulterated fluids in my mouth,
when you're simply completely kidding around; out/
But I seriously wanna be a tiger for a tiger with a tiger, which you and I are, with each breath, of every stripe, that I will undoubtedly tout/
Kay, wait; stay; date; play; mate; sway; delay; shake; spray; make bays; waves; away/
All the airwaves are now grapevines; taking center stage/
I can't, say, tell you where the venue is, Kay, coz my skin is in the game/
If you take a grape and hate the taste, I'll be taken away for acts of indecency, because of your state/
I'm into you, where I'm okay to stay, but will you get into a state you can't diplomatically unstate; Kuwait?/
But maybe only lines will simply be rich, if we're on the same page;
coming from the same shakes; base/
Is a close shave enough for me to seem like a male mate?/
Is Trouble your or my middle name?/
Can I get closer to your face without you taking it away?/
Whisper instead of sing, Kay/
If there's some A.S.M.R., I can sleep on whether to kiss you awake/
I wanna hear what's queer, like one/
Will you contemplate when asleep or mildly awake, with eyes everywhere inside you, given an R.E.M. state; if deep down you are happy, Kay; if deep down you are gay/