How un-modeled of me to have taken so long

Spontaneous, I should be that one thing alone
I could only imagine the greatness of being plush bears
But couldn't you say that I had the same tone
That there's the same thing between our arms
Which allows me to say this corny as line, like: This the perfect case of when it's ok to bear arms
Polyphonic with the verbs, polyamorous concurred
This introductions into worlds
Adultish boy between Adultish girl
Magic, leaving scars above the brow
Like potter, get known around the town
I could go round, round and round
Questions, good ones come along the line
I want to know how fine is your mind
'cause what you are, well hard if blind
Oh dear, I'm a deer for a headlight
Honest girl, tell me what takes you into flight
'Cause this one night stands now as our second right
Honestly girl, where does your mind tend to drift late at night?