Spin me ‘til I’m sick, my daring
darling, I want to touch the sky,
I want my hair to be kin with the clouds.
Spin me ‘til my shoes wear thin,
we can buy more in the morning,
and now there is only tonight.
Spin me ‘til I am mad,
giggling drunk and screaming joy
from every side of the room at once.
Spin me ‘til I don’t remember
why we came here in the first place.
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