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Said the dentures to the peach
Said the tide of filth to the bleach
Said the spike to the tomato
Said the curry to the corpse
I got the hots for you
I got the hots for you
I got the hots for you
I got the hots for you
Here I am
Looking out on a crystal world
Floating currents of human eyes
Baking land under creamy skies
Said the vicar to the waitress
The
best
thing
about
you
is
your
waist
She laughed a laugh that echoed round a fortress
Said, Wait
till
you
see
the
statues
in
my
bathroom
I got the hots for you
I got the hots for you
I got the hots for you
I got the hots for you
There she was
When you see her your eyes awake
Electric bulbs on a birthday cake
Would you care for a lump of steak?
Or a piece of hake? Or another take?