Pavlovian trance

In a Pavlovian trance
I discover my dance
You happily prance
As if by some chance
But merrily coming
To me
All eights abound
But what is that sound
That makes us leave ground
And turn to a hound
Right now
Give me a wink
To take out that kink
The color of pink
For her
It makes me exhausted
But never accosted
To straddle
A cradle
The end

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