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You be the mama
you be the daddy
and I will be the dancing girl
and well live in the stomach
of a soft fat cat
who shivers with a Siamese purr
and she plays pretend all over my pillow
and she hasnt really been a Christian friend
but she promises to behave this time
taking the flesh and the blood
in a cracker served with wine
chase her kitten tails
through the enchanted forest
up to a castle made from a carpenters heart
we hang onto fur when its soft
when its pretty
when the kittens know
that we are all girls
and shes there buried in a sandbox boat
hiding games under skirts
so mother wont see
that shes not playing house
appropriately