I miss your kiss and your tender embrace
Your hips, your lips, all the bits of your face
The dark whirlpools that draw me in
It's like hitting the jackpot when there's nothing to win
Like finding a penny and losing a pound
I'm a chicken without giblets
When you're not around
I'm a donkey without rides on Blackpool beach
I'm a tag-team wrestler
Just out of reach
I'm a bird without wings
Or a beak or a head
Or a body or legs
I'm basically dead
Without you.
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