If my hands don’t seem to be enough
To carry this in, try this chest..
Understand me though,
Once I got it and I clinck-clank the lock,
I won’t twist or bend..
And you won’t have to worry about the rest.
I’ll keep ‘em off you
Won’t always be at my best
But i’ll still replace that band-aid for you.
Baby that hair is a mess!
Don’t put it up yet though.
I wanna run my fingers through it
Might drive you crazy
But these hands?
Gone make you think a lot less.
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Andrew D. Guillory "Drewspeaks"
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