Wrap you up in a coat of cobwebs, tactile little heart of tacks

The more you lick, the more I chap


You've a head like a postcard rack



So try this trick and spin it

Spin again, my Surfer Rosa

All the while the world is whirling

The morning tilts closer



Your eyelids keep secrets

Your eyelids keep secrets

My soft and deep

While you sleep

no, no secrets



Blowing bubbles with nicotine gum

Kiss me below the seatbelt line

On the roof with a toothpick flag

Take your broken wings and learn to sigh



In the half life of balloons

We will measure how our hairs grow

We lie curled like question marks

Drifting off on pheromones



Your eyelids keep secrets

Your eyelids keep secrets

My soft and deep

I creep, I creep with the grace of an ice cream truck

Ever I'll watch you sleep

Beneath a blanket of dust, I'll tuck you in

My soft and deep

No, no secrets



So try this trick and spin it

Spin again, my Surfer Rosa

All the while the world is whirling

The morning tilted closer



My soft and deep

My soft and deep

My Soft and deep

I creep, I creep with the grace of an ice cream truck

Ever wrought, you sleep

Beneath a blanket of dust, I'll tuck you in

My soft and deep

No, no secrets



Deep.

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