Warmth on my lips,
Has someone kissed me?
No, I have kissed
The reflection in the glass
Of a sympathetic vessel
This sensation was poured
Right out of,
My lips sting and the nose
Turns flush to blush
From that embrace,
Now I am burning,
My dear great bottle or jug,
Let us tour the states
Until we find the right one
That will marry us
Without a blood test first.
Has someone kissed me?
No, I have kissed
The reflection in the glass
Of a sympathetic vessel
This sensation was poured
Right out of,
My lips sting and the nose
Turns flush to blush
From that embrace,
Now I am burning,
My dear great bottle or jug,
Let us tour the states
Until we find the right one
That will marry us
Without a blood test first.
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