"I'm Just High"
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Why do I get so high on you?
Why do I think so high of you?
I might never have known how,
But, I'm glad I know now.
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You fit against me perfectly.
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Like sweat in humid high summer,
Like a fever in flu season,
And maryjanes on swollen feet.
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We fit together perfectly.
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It's because we sit like dolls,
And stare like toy clowns.
We appreciate our stillness.
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I fit against you perfectly.
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I'm the queen to your king.
You're the tremble in my thing.
I just think so high of you,
I just get so high on you.