32.Black Stick
My heart is a muscle and it pumps blood
Like a big old black steam train
My veins are the tracks
And the city is my brain
My stomach is the ocean
And it swallows up the sun
At the end of a summer's day
My breast like a breeze
Blows all those storm clouds away
I, I, I, I
My head is the city and it houses all the thoughts
And secrets that I have
And the mayor of the city says
The city seems ain't half bad
My arms could be weapons or instruments of love
My legs are skyscrapers, they tower above you
I, I, I, I
My heart is a muscle and it pumps blood
Like a big old black steam train
My veins are the tracks
And the city is my brain
My stomach is the ocean and it swallows up the sun
At the end of a summer's day
My breast like a breeze, blows
All those storm clouds away
I, I, I, I
I could be your whole world
I could be your whole world
I could be your whole world
I could be your whole world
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