The head the head oh the head
it thinks of things to be said
but just make sure the rest is fed
cause the head’ll feel dead without
warmth of the skin
the skin i’m living in
and body body oh my body
my belly soft and my elbows knobby
don’t take one so as to rob me
my body’s a gift but don’t forget my soul
it’s what makes this all whole
tender tender oh tender
ain’t we all looking for sweet surrender
and when we find it it’s gonna be a mender
oh tender so tender surrender can be
it can be can be can be

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