The Case for Procreation

You and I should people the planet
With two combinations of us
They'd have thighs and eyes like yours
And shins and chins like mine
They'd have a good time at a bad time
Like we do
They'd wait a long time in the wrong line
Like we do

I am a cesspool of inherited vices
You're in the throes of an identity crisis
Tell me, what's the wait?
Why do you hesitate
When we'd have such a good time
Such a bad time, this is true
But there's no such thing as the right time
I would argue to you

Let's put this love to use love
Let's echo out for generations
Let's put this love to use love
Ignore your itching reservations

In the house near the Thicket Road Church of Christ
You treated my hair when I got lice
It was nice
To be cared for
So nice, so unprepared for
The way your hands have provoked in me
A feeling, a crisis
You riot and roll in me
In all of your niceness
In good times
In bad, bad

Let's put this love to use love
Let's echo out for generations
Let's put this love to use love
Ignore your itching reservations

Let's put this love to use love
This is no time for hesitation
Let's put this love to use love
This is the case for procreation



Credits
Writer(s): Francis Christie
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