STITCH

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STITCH

I won't be a China doll,
if I have a minor role/
But if I have a speaking-my-mind role,
I'll gladly be a diplomatic submissive hypersexual/
I can do this in my sleep; with a glazed eye-roll/
But I'd prefer it if I didn't have to go through men/
Powers that be should be soft. Is that a mood or a prayer?/

Teach Taipei 101/
Take a chick up there for a date, one-on-one/
If you take the stairs, they're a multiple of floors/
That's a multiple of women workers working on a floor,
and it can be on them all/
They're like a burrito of cilantro and ice cream,
coz they're the crop and the cream of the crop and the cream all rolled into one,
and when they cream, they get bumper off/
There's a top one. I bump her and she pops,
coz if I pay attention to what's under her T, I ain't dotting bubble-teas. The I's would have them, and I'm thinking about myself a lot/
There are many chocolate dicks at Taiwanese souvenir stores/
I guess the very popular take-home message is that when climates heat up, pricks better run, in the settling of more than a few scores/
But too many women want smoother skin more than reforms,
like having rugged looks is uninformed/
I'm either in a chick like I'm in a clique or I'm her biggest stitch/
I accidentally inadvertently instantly mentally wrote songs around the globe that her Taiwanese tit is/
There are so many Taiwanese peaks to reach/
Can her time with me also be peak?/
I hesitated, infatuated, when she stated that she loves me, in loving just the way she hugged me, with my thoughts hugging my mind tightly, and suppressing what I wanted to say, so debates raged in her mind about whether to restrain her positive outlook and overlook relations/
That's, say, castration of elation/
But my infatuation with her didn't fade/
Her gaze is woman-made MDMA/
And I strained to say the right phrase to initiate a date/
I said she smells great, but she took it as: 'Your perfume's first-rate'/
I'd love her on her first date; not groomed, with no paint on, that's no make-up; to make out with me without having showered for days/
My fetish is to sense her breath's scent when she's worked for days straight, with no breaks, except for aerobic games, and not to build muscle but to make sweat stains and spill sweat on my face;
for her to please stay around me like a fountain/
I'm a stray cat lounging in a baggage shop, and her baggage is hot at night/
I need 2 night stands for planning right the next 2 1-night stands;
food on demand/
Always the sane plan of attack is compassion/
My passion is that/
I need her to breathe on me like she's making a comeback; me come back/

I won't be a China doll,
if I have a minor role/
But if I have a speaking-my-mind role,
I'll gladly be a diplomatic submissive hypersexual/
I can do this in my sleep; with a glazed eye-roll/
But I'd prefer it if I didn't have to go through men/
Powers that be should be soft. Is that a mood or a prayer?/

******

- Taipei 101
https://www.taipei-101.com.tw/en/