The euphemism
Men without silence, daughters in chains
You want me to eat, you want it so bad
I haven't taken it to me, not quite, not yet later
Sing of the morning, song of the evening
You want it over? Laughter, laughing, laugh
It is over, now
And when you speak, your tongue is dancing
Our ears are watching without them
How high will we get tonight? It depends
Take the shortest road home, take the shortest
Path to the end
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