oh decry with these two fingers i can show you why that i m restricted when you kiss me so promiscuously i ll be screaming go tilly go oh delay without these shackles i can show the way to make you obfuscate and push aside utensils i ll be screaming go tilly go when all this commotion dies down she ll deliver a subtle soliloquy straight to his pillow which frowns as she strikes it with fists that insist the light of their fridge door was always a metaphor i m bewildered so please explain to me right now mathilda how all the friction in your diction leaves me staring at you i m still screaming go tilly go i ll decide with these two fingers i can show you why despite my lethargy and mispronunciation i ll be screaming go tilly go when all this commotion dies down she ll deliver a subtle soliloquy straight to his pillow which frowns as she strikes it with fists that insist the light of their fridge door was always a metaphor ay promises the promises promises the promises