Send me a signal, write me a poem
Where are you goin'? Where are you goin'?
My predilections, Oooh, Send me on weird missions
The many pointless errands of the Sex Ghost
It's by the ceiling floating
Just here to watch where this is going
Your fleshy fingers, Oooh, just passed right through it
The Sex Ghost wonders if you even knew it
Some are milky, some are blue
Sex Ghosts reveal themselves to you
Send me a signal, Oooh, I know the danger
Where are you goin'? Don't be a stranger
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