close captioned, in the 60's i'm don draper on paper to capture, your basket full of kisses i've got a plan picture incense & lava lamps listen, witness this avalanche my conundrum's, why are your thighs thunder road runner, your yoga pants, don't stand a chance when the anvil lands, call the ambulance as you ask, why my eye wanders as does my hands, on your number more on, your lifesavers l'chaim, to whoever prophesized the plight of thick thighs... they're contagious they're amazing's, why we’re gazing & why i write pages, & pages of anguish extinguishing, love languages love's dangerous, & exist where her anger lives strangled in, this strange abyss of unforgettables i'm someone who gives a shit but does not forgive unforgivables i'm committing to ridicule as someone who needs to get a clue all these ass & tits hints & sentiments insist, i'm all about the physical cynical, when it comes to heart strings i'm good at archery & sharpening, cupid's arrow shootin' it; then saying some stupid shit to prepare you for whatever this cabernet'll make me say to scare you away heavy's the head of this pharaoh who don't wanna share you but wanna hear you; & whatever you say i wanna wear you; wherever we lay i wanna spare you the pain if i ever push you away i'll never push you away i'll only wish you would stay & push your tush, close to my face before i taste; let us pray saying grace, for more amore' & more & more times for your, thick thighs, to save lives like you & that deejay on the floor, saved mine