Distant Conglomeration Testo

blush, blush, coo coo, these dirty thoughts are mine.
Trixter
Her eyes demolished whatever she saw,
left standing naked, opened and raw,
the pearly, swirly, whirly, girly that I was,
felt like curling up into a ball.
Chop, chop, boo hoo, don't let it get to you.
Hush, hush, shoo shoo, I'm crawling out the room.
Trixter
Rub salt into my wound,
watch it sizzle,
watch it bruise...
(repeat to fade)