Your fingerprints are craters on the moon,
And I'm glowing like the smallest silver spoon.
If you would stir your tea with me
I'd spin around like Saturn's rings,
And we'd sit on the porch swing
Like Jupiter in June.
And I'm glowing like the smallest silver spoon.
If you would stir your tea with me
I'd spin around like Saturn's rings,
And we'd sit on the porch swing
Like Jupiter in June.
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