If I touch a burning candle, I can feel no pain. In the ice or in the sun, it's all the same. Yet I feel my heart is aching. Though it doesn't beat, it's breaking.
Oh, my twitchy-witchy girl
I think you are so nice.
I give you bowls of porridge
And I give you bowls of ice cream.
I give you lots of kisses.
And I give you lots of hugs.
But I never give you sandwiches.
With grease and worms and mung...beans.