I wanna bury my dick inside a woman that looks like you I wanna cry with a woman that looks like you I wanna follow the line under your breast that separates Tummy from taboo As it curves 'round your ribs and slips from view And now this empty space is occupied by my open hand Shooting five: A pinky for your liver that needs to be saved My thumb back toward me all the way to the grave My ringless digs the deepest while you misbehave Your attention just moved to my index pointing away So the middle I send up your neck to your head Stupid girl, it's the middle taht crescends Over homefries, toast, and eggs La Maga, without the d** this relationship's dead When we were high you agreed when I said That comfort is fraud And true love is like watching you go So watch me Go