Pretty little eyes, pretty little nose, your pretty little hands,
And your pretty little toes, your pretty little swells,
And your pretty little holes,
It's pretty how they're covered with pretty little clothes.
See how quick I rise to the calling of your voice.
I picture you with women, and I picture you with boys,
But picture you with me as the caller of your
Choice to penetrate this silence with pretty little noise.
Then we can sit alone in the full light of the sun.
Ask me, "
What, then, have we come to?" Ask me, "
What will we become?" Well, we'll become the law,
The reborn rite of spring,
The feat of human nature, the fate of human beings!
But I follow all alone, and I follow all the way,
The falling of your footstep through the falling of the day.
I watch you put it on, and I watch you put it all away.
My love and sense of self is gone, while I watch you in this way,
And I see your pretty little eyes, your pretty little nose,
Your pretty little hands, and your pretty little toes,
Your pretty little swells, and your pretty little holes,
It's pretty how they're covered with pretty little clothes.
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