Hands running through the hair
They come out of their eggs
I put them all in my hair
Or is it me?
They come out of their eggs
I’m slippery inside
Or is it me?
This tiny, idyllic human
I’m slippery inside
Just a couple
This tiny, idyllic human
Everything is in there.
Just a couple
I put them all in my hair
Everything is in there.
Hands running through the hair