This is a song by Ween
, from the album White Pepper
A slow sentimental song, sung for once without distortion and without any attempt to tweak the sound.
Squeezing your wrist and she's pulling you closer
Down where the devils are dying with laughter
Then led to a place where there's no form of pleasure
She blows you a kiss from her lips
She's your baby
It's a beautiful, somewhat short song, with sporadic perfect harmony. Something you might sing to a lover if the words made a lot of sense.
This song is © 2000 by Ween, Elektra Records.