a song for Summer Knuth COURAGE, hold yer head up high spit on the apple trees holding up the sky slip yer skirt off leg by leg Icee, he's rented yer luv for the day "Easy Mac (TM) it's all in the wrist" sniffing the POWER from my cake mix you spread yer legs and cradle his head "Love isn't everything like Momma sed" "Just call me Princess" you say with a grin "It's ME AND A GUN and a little piece of him." I thought I'd find you buried in September's leaves but you're just like me before Bubbles hit the ground you stole my MAGIC WAND and twirled her around now my magick seems lost and gone and of us ducklings you're the unlikely swan "Just call me Princess" you say with a grin "It's ME AND A GUN and a little piece of him." I thought I'd find you buried in September's leaves but you're not like me "Just call me Princess" you say with a grin "It's ME AND A GUN and a little piece of him." and when you're not teaching butterflys to cum you're in the closet SHRINE with Erin's chewing gum I thought I'd find you buried in September's leaves <--- back * home * next --->