Girl inform me -- all my senses warn me:
Your clever eyes could easily disguise some backwards purpose.
It's enough to make me nervous.
Do you harbor sighs, or spit in my eye?
But your lips, when we speak, are the valleys and peaks
Of a mountain range on fire.
So let me walk these coals 'til you believe
I can cut the mustard well enough,
'Cause I know as
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