I like pretty girls With really tight curls That know how to dance and move me They gyrate and flex And downright perplex

Never seen Better scenes Than red lights On green trees

Jonathan and Jordan Sitting in a tree M-u-s-s-i-n-g First comes souls Then comes mates

I’m like a pretzel Simple ingredients And a bit twisted

I saw you standing there so fine In dress real nice with man that’s… I wish I could just say to you I’d love you more than he could do

Go ahead Do your thing I’m waiting With open wings

I’ve never wrapped My mind around Making you feel Seen, heard, and found I didn’t know

I wish that you could see myself The way that I see me Then maybe I might be the one That you would call lovely

When we realize That our imperfections are Our emperfections

I have a grip that’s never loose That’s why I always get my goose I dig my claws into your soul Until I’m your silver and gold

Don’t think that we Should berate I feel we must Coruscate Not focus on

I loved someone and they hurt me They hurt me like I designed them… You don’t know hell Until you’ve created your own

Ever seen Fawn on teet Wagging tail like dog? If you can’t Then I shant

There’s shit on your face You just threw up in your mouth Couldn’t be cuter