Lyrics:
countrysides and mountains and the village by the ocean Where the stranger's waiting for her in the plushness of his car Winding and rewinding, pushing all
You wore a soft blue skirt I remember how I used to lift it up But I can't get to you now The way you clawed my back And marked my skin The plushness
at three And I would never change if I didn't have to That's true, I'm living life like retired dads do damn You're in the presence of a paragon of plushness
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