In bed, before it’s too late, before you love me not no more, and sip, and dip, your disdain, in my pain. In bed, before it’s too soon, before I shed, pitiful, all the lakes of the moon, armful. It’s time, let’s go to bed, let’s not copulate, you’re skin black bright shine, like hate, red-rose friend hidden of love, and tenderness, this armless, milk chocolate!
