The Penultimate Clinch

Bury me like dangerous waste
I’ll lay dormant for a thousand years
But it’s like dismantling a decommissioned spacecraft
Some parts you can’t destroy
She fidgets too much
I’ve got a bee in my bonnet
She stayed aspirant to avoid accidents
On my return I will smother you
In everything that I’ve learnt until you turn blue
Now is never a good time
When you’re ready to engage
My newsprint fingers are turning a page
Oh, she fidgets too much
I’ve got a bee in my bonnet
Soon enough our lips will linger and you start to pull away
Before this chance is torn asunder your hips begin to sway
The penultimate clinch lasted the longest
It’s the penultimate clinch, it was the warmest
That delivered a pinch, sounded the warning
Of a foolish flinch, I found it appalling
Oh, the penultimate clinch lasted the longest
It’s the penultimate clinch, it was the warmest
That delivered a pinch, sounded the warning
Of a foolish flinch, I found it appalling, ooh