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What gets that blood rushing?
Things God will never mention.
The feminine, holy.
Our own matrimony.
‘Til death do we sin.

Oh, you’ll never let me go.
You won’t respect me.
No one ever treats me so,
but a treat would be one more kiss.

I’ll raise my flag, white and tame.
I’ll be happy enslaved.
Come rattle my chain
and tell me I love you.

We’ll renew the old vows,
original know-how.
But all talk is filler.
Filament snipper,
seek to cut through that proud little string
that holds me back from what we can be.

I’ll raise my flag, white and tame.
I’ll be happy enslaved.
Come rattle my chain
and tell me I love you,

‘cause my diamond’s so pretty.

Come embody me.
Suburbia bled outside of its picket lines,
into my head.
Maybe it’s too close for comfort,
veins full of Joneses and other lovers.
Show me where God cannot reach me,
like in the palm of your hand.
Say that I cannot go on without you.

I’ll raise my flag, white and tame.
I’ll be happy enslaved.
Come rattle my chain
and tell me I love you.

Say that I cannot go on without you.

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from Body Language, released May 26, 2017

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