We heavy a glance with good lust.
Can’t wait for a chance when it’s only the two of us.
Yes just us, hey but in a way Boss, I want to
bust into your great great grandmother’s uterus.

In a deep time sense. *Computer enhance*
When we do the dance, high priests ordained it.
Our blood demands it. The Lord commands it.
Future generations might applaud us, standing.

And our foremothers’ lovers and them
form a fabric of this, put their lips to the hem
and blow the shofar softly— not to sound lofty—
or whatever, dungchen or bagpipes by proxy.

When we do the dance, high priests ordained it.
Our blood demands it. The Lord commands it.
Future generations might applaud us, standing.

When we do the dance, high priests ordained it.
Our blood demands it. The Lord commands it.
Blow the shofar softly— not to sound lofty— or
whatever, dungchen or bagpipes by proxy.