i gots green eyne beyach't

.
                                   hot breathe
                                          hm
                                          not
                                        i        yer
                                         were
                                         icicle 
                            'cauze yuh couldn't
                              standz thuh heat
                                 save        lean
                                         yer'n
                                         back
                                mine        tuck 
                                        press  
                                       bang'd
                                         tish
                             crystal      rain
                                         like 
                                         sweat

                                              tap






*beyach't; edvard'z lisp for
                  yacht b!tch   ')> 
                                      whut
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