Honey, comb your hair
As it catches the sun
I don't need your fuss or flesh
Tempting as you know it is
Tight are the reins, that are soaking you through
I don't fear the reeds
More, it's the lies you thread my needle with
And your calf is sold and your honey crushed
You were up all night
And the orange tree, that you tend for me
I was up all night
Honey, cursed are your words
That are leaving your mouth
They used to float, those paragraphs
Now they fall like paving slabs
Dry cured or love sick
It's hard to depict
You'd have to cross the universe
To find something you're happy with
And your calf is sold and your honey crushed
You were up all night
I'm a nectarine on an orange tree
But you tend to me
I was up all night
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