Compacta

I want you to come and take me out
I want you to come and take me out
I want you to come and take me out
I want you to come and take me out

Kneeling hurts my passion
When I’m gluco’d
When I feel the part of it
That’s not supposed to give
When I take my wrap
And tell them everything
Every time
I can not beat it
Under it, over it

If I had no right hand
I could be no one else
If I had no person here
I’d go and touch myself
If I had no body
I would take it from the head
Then I’d push them
Push them
Push thеm
Push them down
Push them down
Bodies