I never glimpsed my strange coil before Now it weeps before me Not hazardous, but, oh, so, so And thus penchant for the true spike Led me into suffucks Of the english tincture And you played there? Yes I did, so pretty and not at all flowing But seemingly salacious Ah! that poetic sense has returned You should put right It merely confounds us Be pretty Very slip the tongues over the matting And have done with it Huh! I go, so what's over that sunday garb Without my modes? Laugh? argh, hah! I could have shat Simpler to dig the rest of this malt Error! Error to digress and make me unmention Make the specific with the obverse and say I never went there But god My heart was in england when I was away And, er, jesus how it left When those pinkies hit the union When those pinkies hit the union And held earth reviews within their brief Did you 'hey there'? Yes I did So pretty and not at all glowing And seemingly savage Ah! that poetic sense has returned You should put right It merely confounds us