Swollen glands, swollen glans
won't you let go your hold on me
some days you leave me pale and wan
and others strong and happy
The little glisten you exude
bears so strongly on my attitude
Oh when I brush you with my fingertips
I dream of magic lands and sailing ships
Swollen glands oh swollen glans
I treat you oh so tenderly
I cover you with T.L.C.
You tell me what I want to be
You can read an explanation of the origin of these lyrics here
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