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de Kinlochard Ceilidh Band

The body is the place you put your time
You have yours and I have mine
And when the parts are dropped
Somewhere naked on the rock
It's a kitchen full of cops
So take a fist and tear it off
'Cause that's the ticket to the palm, you keep it open and the stuff comes

You have to be there when the parcel arrives
(If you want to know what's inside)
And throwing words over the phone
Is a lonely way to know
If a person is a clone or a stand in for a stone
So look me in the eyes
If you want to share my fries
Bring some dippies for the chippies and your hippies holding pies
(Groovy)
And when I think of the time
I'll tattoo it in white ink on your beautiful wrist
Its a hell of a link
Between the torso and the palm
And you can bend it when your stuff comes

You have to be there
When the parcel arrives

The body is the place you put your time
I'll have yours if you'll have mine
And when the parts are locked
It's a pillow on the rock
Crushing marble into chalk
You hold a stone until it's soft
And let it go, just to know what it's like to be new

With the rug off the horse
Rolling nude on the Rhône

I'd trade a year of my health
Just to lengthen the life of your pet I've never met
If he's the prince of his paddock

Because the padlock
Is a rock to be skipped across the carpet
So take the topic of your fear into the mouth
It isn't hard to say I love you
When you are not so afraid to love
Which version of the face do you embrace as pretty?
I'm pretty sure that my favorite's the stupid twist that it takes when you laugh
When I can hear the grass inside the chest is growing

So take off your shoes
And find a good place for my hand
You're the only one I would undress with on the kiss cam
So let's get kicked out of the stadium

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