Emperor Plum - Several Dozen Hundred

One dozen days of you, somehow I always knew
One mid-week evening I'd memorize the way you sing
The way that your lips softly curl when you speak of
"The Purple Bottle," I hope you'll find inside of me

Would it be okay if I sang your name?
The letters still look strange
Several dozen days and that would start to change
Several dozen days you'd stay, you'd stay

I know it'll be a while, several dozen hundred miles
I hope you won't forget the lines between my chin and chest
The way that my lips are learning what yours like to do
When we're in The Bottle for several dozen hundred days

Written by:
Kenza Sidi-Ali-Cherif

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