This goose is cooked, these tongues are tied, Around the block and airborne blind, But looking on the brighter side, There's far less to which I'd be
too hard for us Hard for us You always had to hold the reins But where I'm headed you just don't know the way So affections fade away And do adults
Foals in winter coats White girls of the North, File past one, five and one, They are the fabled lambs of Sunday ham, the EHS norm And they could float
Time to put the earphones on? No! La la la la La la la la Laaaaaaa La la la la (Born to multiply) Born to multiply Born to gaze into night skies All
The gutter may profess its love Then follow it with hesitation For there are just so many of You out there for rent A stronger girl would shake this
This lass, some fifteen odd years Is widely known, who spat in her teacher's eye And will not take it back, for now I see How after all the cracks, so
Hurled to the center of the Earth again The place where it's hot, love You know it hurts to breathe in And the watershed you balance on is begging it
One hand on this wily comet, Take a drink just to give me some weight, Some uber-man I'd make, I'm barely a vapor They shone a chlorine light on, A host
Go without 'Til the need seeps in You're low, anymore Collecting all the petals for the stem And glow Glow Melt and flow You dissarrayed the fragile
I've done myself an impossible crime, Had to paint myself a hole, And fall inside, If it's far enough in sight and rhyme, I get to wear another dress,
Of all the churning random hearts Under the sun Eventually fading into night, These two are opening now As we lie, I touch you wonderful alive girl.
One hand on this wily comet, Take a drink just to give me some weight, Some uber-man I'd make, I'm barely a vapor They shone a chlorine light on, A
This goose is cooked, these tongues are tied, Around the block and airborne blind, But looking on the brighter side, There's far less to which I?d be
Time to put the earphones on? No! Born to multiply, born to gaze into night skies, All you want?s one more Saturday. But look here, until then They?
This lass, Some fifteen odd years, Is widely known, To have spat, In her teacher's eye, And will not take it back, For now I see, How after all the cracks
Frozen into coats, White girls of the North, Filed past one, five and one They are the fabled lambs, A Sunday ham, The ancient snow. And they could
Hurled to the center of the Earth again, The place where it's hot, love, You know, it hurts to breathe in, And the watershed you balance on is begging
Go without, 'Til the need seeps in, You're low anymore, Collect your novel petals for the stem, And glow, Glow, Melt and flow, Eviscerate your fragile
