Fuzzy

Slumbers

You bit me
I squeeze your knee
I wear black lace

You just came
Saw it on your face
You just came
Outta the woods

Brought me wine
I knew you would

I like to scratch your chin
The face you make reminds me of gretchen

You said I make you feel like you're in high school
I dont like that I felt pretty bad
In high school I hope its not like that


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