The yellow cotton dress
Is beautiful no doubt
But it becomes a motherfucker
When you fill it out
You're everywhere
The silverware you used
Is on the table still
Someone else will have to move it
Because I never will
You're everywhere
The pillow on your side
Is practically brand new
But it can't offer comfort to me
Until it smells of you
You're everywhere
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