hot-silk

i gave my heart to a crocodile but he used it as a toothpick so i took it back and gave it to Charlie Chaplin but he kept playing the dictator so i took it back and gave it to Houdini but he'd make it disappear every morn so i took it back and gave it to the Beatles but they threw it to their lunatic fans so i took it back and gave it to my chest but it was dark and bloody in there so i took it back and gave it to You, my Unloneliness, to stuff it next to yours - i heard from your veins there's room enough for Two in your rib cage.