Wild world
Wild world
Hold
me up baby for I may fall
Hold my dish-rag body tall
Our bodies melt together (we are one)
Post crucifixion baby, and all undone.
It’s a wild world
Church bells ring out the toll of our night
Forward and forever backward
Forever backward forever forward alright
Strophe and antistrophe strophe and antistrophe
Antistophe antistrophe
(C’mon baby, hold me tight)
Up here in your arms tonight.
Don’t push me
Don’t push me
It’s a wild world.
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