| you're higher than a glove, face full of jugs. Take it easy, the doves don't set your joy. Let's make a happy road for the seeker. I tried but I don't want to, I want to give up everyday. I want to put my sins in a box and throw them in the fire. Maybe you can forgive me, forget tomorrow, give yourself to what you want to. Put a pork chop in your eyes, rub it all over your thighs. The worst part is getting shake and flake in your nipple hair. That is not good for anyone to think about. I can't find it anywhere, I look it in my secret hiding place so others can't find it. Now it's a loss even to me. |
