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She sat on the cliff of the bed
Tackled me with a plastic comb
Pressed her fingers into my head
Start at the blonde, search for the bone
She tries to tame me, her nails and my knots
Bathe with the sandman, dress up for what's not

Let me tangle, let me dry
Want it wicked, let me ride

Come into my cave
Blue hippo into the black
I'm your problem child
Your matter of fact

I slyly side-step, sorry
Drag my heels across the street
Shе tells me I'm unlettеred while
I read the backs of her knees
Catch me in habits, one tight skyward eye
Pull hats out of rabbits and salt out of the sky

Let me tangle, let me try
Want it wicked, let me rile

Come into my cave
Blue hippo into the black
I'm your problem child (Problem)
Your matter of fact

What I thought was in whale water
Was really runnin' through the pipes
To show off her flexibility
She made a fool of my fight
I bit her belly, she bellowed like a swan
Cured me like a petal pressed in her open palm

Let me tangle, let me dry
Want it wicked, let me rile

Come into my cave
Blue hippo into the black
I'm your problem child (Problem)
Your matter of fact
Come into my cave
Blue hippo into the black
I'm your problem child (Problem)
Your matter of fact

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