If I had a dollar would you kiss me?
Cause it's been too damn long
And I'm running short of options
If I had an anchor would you sink me?
Tie the rope to your ankle
And we'd both go down together
I'm dying for your look,
And I might start kicking things
Just to get your attention
The penis and testicles aren't so subtle
They hang right out like rabbit ears
And shout what they're thinking
My ways of communicating aren't so gentle
But if you teach me how to whistle,
I'll get into you like a tune
I'll be your peacock (whistling)
and cool you with emeralds in the summer
I'll be you cheetah (growling)
And chase you across the Savannah
I'll be your Alpha (monkey hooting)
And fight for you
I'm dying for your look,
And I might start kicking things
Just to get your attention
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