I'm more in love than ever, my mind is
More on my Katy than tomorrow night
At the gig, I'd rather forget that. Miss
Is ringing shortly, she's what makes me right
Wish she was here - I'd soon pull down her tights
But no, I should focus on other things
There must be other things that still excite
But they're not physical, it's that that brings
The most thrills per square inch, the most tinglings
The things that make you scrunch all your features
That must beat highest intellectual heights
Because they rarely pull all the heartstrings
As tightly, tying you up with a kiss
Prison can be better than the outside
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