Take my vest away

“Take My Vest Away”

(A love ballad from Kurt… to strong black men on the crew)

(Slow synths, dramatic wind machine, shirt unbuttoned way too low)

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Movin’ day, he’s struttin’ in slow-mo,

Biceps flexin’ underneath that polo.

I’m checkin’ tape but I just can’t think straight…

When he lifts that dresser—lord, I levitate.

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I told the crew I’d help with wrap,

But I was dreamin’ ‘bout his traps…

He picked up that fridge, I dropped my phone—

Please, God, let us ride alone.

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Take… my vest awayyyyy

(Kurt’s voice crackin’ on the high note)

He don’t need a dolly, nooooo—he lift the pain away!

Take… my vest awayyyyy

I tried to clock out, but he just clocked in,

Now I’m feelin’ things again…

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“Dispatch gave me a double…

But all I need is a double bicep curl.”

Cue sensual synth saxophone

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He said “grab that strap,” I said “say it again…”

He threw on his gloves—I needed oxygen!

Every move he made was poetry in boots,

He said, “you got the handtruck?”

I said, “I got the truth…”

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Take… my vest awayyyyy

I labeled boxes, but he labeled my heart today

Take… my vest awayyyyy

He don’t wrap with tape—he wraps my soul, okay?

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[Outro – Fading Synths, Shirtless in the Rain] Jerome on the job…

Kurt on the floor…

He moved his couch,

But he wants… more.

Square Cow… forever.