better with butter

unhurriedly, a murmur flatters my eardrum,
stirring up inside me an insane appetite
[of him]

[and he knows…] [and he doesn't stop…]

he persists to tender my nerves delicately
cooking 'em better with butter, fancied well

[expertly…]

[to me…]
[head up], [I talked enough]; [what about you?]
[truth] or [run run run], [god only knows where]
[just the same, you'll get back into my arms...]

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