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it's sweet like salt, like sugar, like powder white i move
soft. hit silk, hit giggles, hit mother's milk, i soothe.
but, i am tape
i've erased
re-record, play
for what i say
i've watched close
i took notes
learned by rote
what to show
ha. surprise. what's this?
you don't know what you are dealing with
you don't know how i am, i am, i am. no, no, no
you don't know what you are dealing with
you don't know how i am, i am, i am. no, no, no
i'm cool as glass, as clean lines
sweet butter's safe in my mouth
it smiles. it comforts. it echoes you as you talk
but, i'm tape
glue and paste
papier-mâché
overlaid
windy days
can tear away
my display
i can't constrain
stop. stand back. watch this!
you don't know what you are dealing with
you don't know how i am, i am, i am. no, no, no
you don't know what you are dealing with
you don't know how i am, i am, i am. no, no, no
please