Twisting and turning
We are hot dogs
Twirling on top
Of gas station grills
Made from the skin
And bones of pig
We glisten softly
And simmer in heat
We roll side by side
Our shoulders touch
Use Ketchup and mustard
To cover us up
And I can’t recall a feeling better than this
Summer slowed down
To speed my pulse up
We wandered sidewalks
Moon light held us
We sat on benches
We sang our songs
We stayed up all night
Then we went home
And I can’t recall a feeling better than this
We stood on concrete
Strangers saw us
They said in our eyes
We looked in love
And I can’t recall a feeling better than this
Sweet and Sour
Rough and ripe
Flavors tasted
On summer nights
And I can’t recall a feeling better than this
I’ve got ten fingers
I have ten toes
Yours softly sweeping
My neck and my nose
Twisting and turning
We are hot dogs
Twirling on top
Of blankets too hot
And I can’t recall a feeling better than this
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