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(Music and lyrics by Scott Ryan)
Darby loves to crowd her limits,
Doesn't care to feel confined,
Splits the unforgiving minute;
Always something else in mind.
Press her gently with your finger;
See her skitter out of reach,
Like a drop of pure quicksilver,
Like sand eroding from the beach.
She'd be a laser
If she could focus,
Burn through the bullshit,
Lose the hocus-pocus.
Her thoughts could pierce me
Fired across the table
If they were
Darby keeps a careful distance,
Always stays on red alert.
You can try approaching slowly;
Chances are you'll still get hurt.
Touch her lightly with your finger;
See her start and slip away,
Like the spring becoming summer,
Like morning going down to day.
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