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Honey, comb your hair As it catches the sun I don’t need your fuss or flesh Tempting as you know it is Tight are the reins, that are soaking you through I don’t fear the reeds More, it’s the lies you thread my needle with And your calf is sold and your honey crushed You were up all night And the orange tree, that you tend for me I was up all night Honey, cursed are your words That are leaving your mouth They used to float, those paragraphs Now they fall like paving slabs Dry cured or love sick It’s hard to depict You’d have to cross the universe To find something you’rе happy with And your calf is sold and your honey crushed You werе up all night I’m a nectarine on an orange tree But you tend to me I was up all night From Letras Mania