See this needle...a see my hand...
Well here it comes...I touch the plane...
Turn me up...won't turn you away...
Pull it out...a paper sleeve...
Oh, my joy...only you deserve conceit...
I'm so big...a-my whole world...
I'd rather you...rather you...than her...
You're so warm...oh, the ritual...when I lay down your crooked arm...
See this needle...a see my hand...
Well here it comes...I touch the plane...
Turn me up...won't turn you away...
Pull it out...a paper sleeve...
Oh, my joy...only you deserve conceit...
I'm so big...a-my whole world...
I'd rather you...rather you...than her...
You're so warm...oh, the ritual...when I lay down your crooked arm...