Gentle Bender from No Costume by the Florists

Big green
leather boots on the kitchen floor
What are they there for?
Holy matrimony never felt so right,
no.

I would like to be
invited in
I would like to be
invited in.

Waiting for the perfect time
Holding out for silent signs
I cut my face a crooked girl again
When you ask me what I mean by that
Can only say it depends

Now wait a minute
what does anybody have to say about it?
Did I ask your opinion?
Secure for a moment, a novice symbol;
they're skimming every inch of it.

Every inch of space
Each line on my face

Waiting for the perfect time
Holding out for silent signs
You hold my breath like I'm a little boy again
When you ask me what I mean by that
Watch my tongue bend

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