I can’t take my eyes off your bare chest,
you can’t take your eyes off mine.
I can see your surprise,
unlike me
you don’t like what you see,
or you don’t understand.
I’ve had this chest bug a while now,
I was hoping to take it off.
Don’t worry, I’ll call you a taxi
or I’ll walk you home.
I’ll be okay talking to myself
in my mousehole under the floor.
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