I Know a Joke About Hansel and Gretel But I Can'T Remember the Punch Line
I want to make a joke about it, tell you that
your body has become a shelter for broken hearts, a
sanctuary for atheist gypsies,
you are a whole new definition of home.
Your body has become a shelter for broken hears, a
hiding place of a deserted alley on an August afternoon; I like oxygen more than I like heat.
You are a whole new definition of home and
this is the first time I'm not gasping for air, you're a
Hiding place of a deserted alley on an August afternoon; I like oxygen more than I like heat.
I want to make a joke out of this but
this is the first time I'm not gasping for air, you're a
good witch's candy house in the middle of the woods.
I want to make a joke out of this but
my sweet tooth is coming in. You happen to be a
good witch's candy house in the middle of the woods
and I haven't got any pebbles or slices of bread with me.
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