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Pays to fish from the

Hole I cut in your ceiling,

While you were sleeping

Dreaming of paisley pig in classy digs.



My hook catches on your lip

And I reel you in.

And as you rise up to my floor

The hook impails our two tongues.



And thats how we first kiss,

Its something i still miss.

You think I've lost my mind.

"Is this blood his or mine?"

Cause when we kiss our scars align.



As a trail of blood

Drips for both our chins,

You awake in my living room

To see its stained your moccasins.



You cry out and ask

Where you are and who am I.

And I tell you "I need you!"

But you run and jump back down the hole.



And thats how we first kiss.

Its something I still miss.