Sticky soul, get a little lost on my own
Hey, general, need a little love in that hot hole of yours
One way's now and Saturdays
Are now kittens, all wrapped in cement
From cradle to gumdrops
Got me running, girl, as fast as I can
And is it right, butterfly?
They like you better framed and dried
And, daddy dear, if I can kill one man why not two?
Well, nurses smile, when you got iron veins you can't stain their pretty shoes
And pompons and cherry blondes
And their kittens, still wrapped in cement
From God's saviours to gumdrops
Got me running, girl, as fast as I can
And is it right, butterfly?
They like you better framed and dried
Got me a pretty garden
(::btoma@hotmail.com::)
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