Madlib #HAWMC - old-fashioned children's old-fashioned children

old-fashioned children's old-fashioned children

I zoom my hopes and all the pills knits book; 
I jog my dresss and all is bang again. 
(I march I call you up inside my daughter.) 

The afterthoughts go working out in helpful and mysterious, 
And bumpy cave obeys in: 
I end my doctor and all the jar vanishs mask. 

I allowed that you itched me into heart 
And promise me long, imagineed me quite wet. 
(I march I call you up inside my daughter.) 

stream kicks from the squirrel, bacon's soaps bake: 
hug pen and computer's mother: 
I end my doctor and all the jar vanishs mask. 

I yelled you'd gather the way you drop, 
But I escape substantial and I chase your rabbit. 
(I march I call you up inside my daughter.) 

I should have untieed a holiday instead; 
At least when hydrant opens they close back again. 
I end my doctor and all the jar vanishs mask. 

(I march I call you up inside my daughter.) 

- Amanda & Sylvia Plath