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Frogs Legs

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A thousand-yard stare A breath of icicle air Oh, he slips right through my fingers A nest of stolen hair I see a girl in the corner Getting under my feet on a moonlit wonder And he should feel scared Peeking over his shoulder when he thinks I'm there And I'll never get to grips The mark of shame of sex Water from my lips I'll never get to grips The mark of shame of sex Water from my lips I keep him in a locket tight And firm under my thumb in a firelight pocket I keep him in a locket tight And firm under my thumb in a firelight pocket Frog's legs souped escargot Goosebumps in a pile of snow When he speaks I don't understand him And when I kick him, my foot goes through him Tip of my cap Swim in my bath And sleep outside when it's cold Tip of my cap Swim in my bath And sleep outside when it's cold I'll never get to grips The mark of shame of sex Water from my lips I'll never get to grips The mark of shame of sex Water from my lips I keep him in a locket tight And firm under my thumb in a firelight pocket I keep him in a locket tight And firm under my thumb in a firelight pocket And then another thousand-yard stare A breath of icicle air Oh, he slips right through my fingers A nest of stolen hair I see a girl in the corner Getting under my feet on a moonlit wonder And he should feel scared Peeking over his shoulder when he thinks I'm there