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Cradle me, I’ll cradle you.
I’ll win your heart, with a woop-a-woo.
Pulling shapes just for your eyes.

So with toothpaste kisses and lines,
I’ll be yours and you’ll be. 

Lay with me, I’ll lay with you.
We’ll do the things that lovers do,
Put the stars in our eyes.

And with heart shaped bruises,
And late night kisses,
Devine. 

A worthy love-song lullaby.

(Toothpaste Kisses - The Maccabees)