Elbows brush Secrets couple in the darkness Cheeks will blush Semicircles in the dark, nestling close But the sweat lends an unhealthy sheen to my brow, and I like to be clean
Hearts will fail Sentiment is caught deserting Cheeks will pale Empty ceremony flirting with disease and the outcome remains to be seen Quite sensibly, I like to be clean
That's how grubby experience denies itself a guest Holy rest comes only to those who have been good Peace is absence of motion but the white gloves moves to test if the guest has gathered more mildew than he should
Bored to tears Now there's no experimenting Bland careers Symmetry is unrelenting but it's safe And within me genetics convene and dictate that I like to be clean
