Down the Rabbit Hole
You came by the house
Threw rocks at the blinds
All the chimes rang in surprise
You stood by the bed
In your light brassieres
All the mobs in my heart broke out
I must admit
You're the treasure I hide from the map
I wouldn't give a damn
What curse would befall should I take you
You would reap what you sow
The harvest arrives
All the fruits of these feelings are ripe
Threw rocks at the blinds
All the chimes rang in surprise
You stood by the bed
In your light brassieres
All the mobs in my heart broke out
I must admit
You're the treasure I hide from the map
I wouldn't give a damn
What curse would befall should I take you
You would reap what you sow
The harvest arrives
All the fruits of these feelings are ripe
Credits
Writer(s): Dwight Benedict Infiesto
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