Onion

Come,

peel me like an onion;

remove my layers,

knead my soft skin

like a drum

play me hard

until it's fun

I'll make you cry,

but I'll stay dry.

Try to hold me

but a shadow

couldn't ever satisfy

I'll make you cry,

but I'll stay dry.

See me dance

in busy corners

as the bass busies my hips,

watch the sweat

drip down my lips,

and I'll lick the salt away.

I'll kiss you

if you will it

but I've only come to play

I'll make you cry

but I'll stay dry.