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I'm taking out the context
She has been addressing me the same way
Unfaithfulness at best
She undresses me and keeps her mind at play

And, while the cries are loud
I feel sheltered down
I am naked underneath
These sheets

Universally, I'm the right type to quench the fire
It's the intention of "fresh from the vine"
Put your hours to hours and teach a boy or two
What sort of depressingly morbid thoughts course throughout your head
Assure them that it's them who are burning, instead

All triers are surely allowed
The youth eats it to be proud
Their cries get so loud
So we allow it to get loud
Permission aroused