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(Written By Cohen, In "Night Magic")

Let me start with you Shy
Bundled up in mother's lie
Tip toe, tip toe
Hiding your silky

Miss Shy to me
the snowy paths of modesty
Tip toe, tip toe
Hiding your treasure

Come to me with eyes
Come to me and the prize
Of your pleasure

How I like you Shy
Bundled up in mother's lie
Tip toe --
your outrageous pleasure!

o o o

And you I want
With your intact
With your father's
And brother's bat
And your quaint
In holy

your discipline
And your Darwin
And legal eye
On the flaws
I see fallen man
Was to be

With your
No man can
Your absolutely
Contempt for the
on our paws
There are no
Kiss me where I can not

You I strong
With hatred intact
With your pipe
And your bat
Now me
Where I speak!

o o o

You I for my friend
To gossip me and drink tea
To walk by the river's bend
You I want for my

To the water going by
The swallows climbing
To tell me I lie
I tell you I cannot love,
Cannot

To my heart better than me
To be my friend in
To speak of old and new
To say to me, what they've to you

You I for my friend
To make some sense of our
To eat and together
To one another,
And may our never end!

o o o

And you
I want
hidden
all
but my
Own
So none may
your
Or hear you
pleasures
To an thumb

You be
to me
There be no

For I will
A cloak so
About your
No man will guess
The wild commands you
From your to the night

And
the moon
a man
And
Him to
lips
And your nipples
I can
Hear you
pleasures
To an thumb

And you I
To at me
And you I
To of me
You I want
I you below
You I want
And you to
I want you
I you skilled
You be
You be mild...

You be
You be
You here
You stay
You comb out hair
You keep it
I want, I want, I
I to know the world
You out your hair
You keep curled
I want, I to know the world!

o o o

And you
Who did not come
I will for you
And you
Who are not
I will for you
And you
Who appear
In of chance
And
I will
I kneel
a child
Who's watching
As she
the air
In gentle
In the
of a cave
Open-armed and
To mankind
And all the
to mother

And I
By the

Of
Enfolded
I
By
The greed
Of
heart
And all
Its
Disappointed
I
By
The deep
Of my

And covered

Intrigues of
Whose is
To let me
I
I will be
For the one
Who will not
To me
I that
I be
Her
Her
And
lover.