If you had the arms to spare?
Would you dig up corpses
If I were lost in a mass grave?
Would you seek me out
If you had an itch down there?
I got the arms enough my dear
The arms enough to care
Would you turn a pirouette
Or does turning make you sick?
Would you ransack heaven
To help me escape from it?
Would you help me out
If I had an itch down there?
You turn me inside out my dear
You lay me truly bare
Would you sing me a libretto
With your dying breath?
Would you gladly undertake
An immortal quest?
Would you scream and would you shout
If we had an itch down there
I've got the words enough my dear
To fashion love in air
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