Contraption every night
Paint out the lights
It stops all the feel ups
That go under the tables
Is that what they say?
And I am destination
The jewel of a song
A well cut appetite
A spread that has been wasted
That's all they say
So, pull your nets right in
Find a couch or table
And recreate the zero
You suspect you are
Yup, that's what they say

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